The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, Baroque-style library with impossible geometry stretches out before me, uh, it just keeps repeating itself like a maze. Tons of leather-bound books with weird symbols etched into the spines, air's thick with the smell of beeswax and fresh paper. Outside the stained-glass windows, a bright blue sky with no sun in sight somehow casts a warm, golden light across everything. Shelves seem to shift and realign themselves, but the books don't fall off - they just stay put like they're glued in place.