The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, intricately carved stone doors slowly slide open with a low creak, revealing a ridiculously vast, high-ceilinged library that stretches into the darkness like... it has no end. The air inside is thick with the scent of new paper and feels kinda heavy, with a faint electric charge that makes my skin prickle. Soft, pale light emanates from an actual, blazing sun hovering motionless in the center of the room, casting no shadows anywhere, while thousands of crystalline shards protrude from the bookshelves like glassy spears, their facets reflecting and refracting light in a mad dance.