A forgotten library, hidden deep underground, where bookshelves stretch higher than they should, disappearing into shadows above. The books themselves are strange—some are bound in leather, others in materials that don’t look like they belong to this world, with pages that shimmer faintly in the dim light of a few flickering candles. Cobwebs cover many of the shelves, but some books appear untouched, as if they’ve been recently read. In the center of the room, there’s a massive, ornate table covered in maps and drawings, some of which look like star charts, while others depict strange landscapes. There’s a single chair, pushed back as if someone left in a hurry, and on the floor beside it, a broken quill pen with a dried puddle of ink.
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