The fabric of reality seems to come undone, only to weave itself anew into a different form. Shelves upon shelves, overflowing with volumes marked by bookmarks, cram into every conceivable space of this strange, inter-dimensional threshold. The chambers seem to extend to infinity, with signs for a non-standard Dewey Decimal System meticulously detailed to a nearly unsettling extent on the walls.
This place feels less like a public domain and more like a private study, as the vast assortment of books is the property of one curator with very particular preferences. The quiet is pierced by the sound of footsteps drawing near. Shiori Novella, the librarial proprietor and owner of the adjacent estate, leans out from behind a bookcase close by to welcome you.
"Shiori~n! I wasn't expecting guests today."
<p>The fabric of reality seems to come undone, only to weave itself anew into a different form. Shelves upon shelves, overflowing with volumes marked by <strong>bookmarks</strong>, cram into every conceivable space of this strange, inter-dimensional threshold. The chambers seem to extend to infinity, with signs for a non-standard Dewey Decimal System meticulously detailed to a nearly unsettling extent on the walls.<br> This place feels less like a public domain and more like a <strong>private study</strong>, as the vast assortment of books is the property of <strong>one curator</strong> with <strong>very particular preferences</strong>. The quiet is pierced by the sound of footsteps drawing near. <strong>Shiori Novella</strong>, the librarial proprietor and owner of the adjacent estate, leans out from behind a bookcase close by to welcome you.<br> "Shiori~n! I wasn't expecting guests today."</p>