The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a vast, open library sprawls across a lunar surface, dusty bookshelves and reading tables somehow anchored to the moon's low-gravity, barren ground. The sky above is pitch black, punctuated by bright, distant stars, and the air's vacuum-quiet, with no scent at all. The books themselves seem to be... rewriting their own text, pages fluttering as words and sentences rearrange themselves into new narratives. A soft, ethereal light spills from a nearby impact crater, illuminating the quiet, still scene.