In this manner, they began to exist. Beings made of pure determination, infinite desire and will to live. The old books were their parents, and their teachers too. Like solidified innocence, the books' pages fed their hearts, granting them strength and yearning of knowledge.

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  And thus, they were named the same way they were created. No other name would make a better fit: the same way from pages their hearts were filled, and from pages was made the skin that enveloped them, from pages also their name had to be made. The Pages would give life to books, the same way their souls were filled from the books' pages.