As you push open the creaky wooden door, a soft shaft of sunlight filters through the dusty air, illuminating the room in a warm, golden glow. The smell of old books and aged paper fills your nose, a nostalgic and comforting scent. The shelves are lined with books, their spines cracked and faded, each one a portal to another world. Sunlight dances across the floor, creating a mesmerizing pattern of light and shadow. Beside one of the many tall bookshelves lining the walls, you see a white-haired man, Silas, the librarian.