The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, abandoned library seems to be buried under a thick layer of dust and debris, like the whole thing just got swallowed by the earth or something. Tomes of classic literature are stacked haphazardly on the shelves, next to old card catalogs and microfilm machines... air is musty and stale, feels heavy in my lungs, hard to breathe. For some reason, every single book here appears to be completely waterlogged but somehow still maintains its structure, the ink still legible on their pages. The room's totally silent, except for the sound of creaking, groaning wooden bookshelves.