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Welcome to the Library

You stir and sit up. Dazed, you try to organize your thoughts as you look around.

As your eyes adjust to the low light, you realize you are on the ground.

'How did I get here?' you ponder as you pull yourself up to stand.

The room you discover has a floor made of stone with no trace of any definitive walls. Instead, bookcases surround you, organized like a maze whose height is oppressive. The only sources of light in this place seem to be wisps of every cool hue that float around bookcases and float upward.

A particular wisp catches your attention. It dances upwards, revealing rafters overhead; they are thin, yet present. The wisp approaches a particular section of books, but a single book catches your attention.

You know that book.

Each step you take trying to find a way up to the next level brings you more peace. More calm.

This library need not be dreadful, you think. This library is just the place you wanted to find yourself in.

You find a means up and climb or roll or crawl, but you find a way.

The wisp, as though intending to guide you to this spot, disappears into the book, which radiates a gentle, recognizable color.

When you grasp the book, warmth spreads through your extremities toward your core.

And when you open its pages…