At long last, the place you had been travelling to stands before you.A titanic hall of marble and reddish stone, adorned with statues of moths and butterflies, a homage to its creators.Stepping through the massive archway, your senses are overwhelmed by the smell of paper and ink.In wooden shelves reaching dozens of meters up the walls are stacked thousands upon thousands of books, scrolls, manuscripts and papers.This unfathomable treasure trove of knowledge is the legendary Hall of records, the dream of countless sages within The Woods and beyond.Here, in this place, the ancient moths spent their days cataloguing, writing and editing the countless texts stacked in the shelves.This place is their magnum opus, the ultimate library.And you are one of the lucky few besides them who will experience its glory.

Walking idly through the hall, your footsteps echo alone on the tiled marble floors as you step onward.Some of the walls are bare of shelving, but only to display murals that catalogue the history of the moths.Their friendship with the wizards of circadia, their service to the Oracle, their ascension beyond this world at the birth of the Jabberwocky and the end of Oracle's watch over the continent.Yet, you were about to encounter a surprise that could not possibly have prepared for. "Greetings, traveler." Startled by the voice, you turn to see...a moth.He strides over to you, standing nearby as he glances upon the mural you were looking at with his own black eyes.His wings hang behind him like an elaborate cloak, and he is still dressed in the explorer's garb that the moths are so often depicted wearing. "Who are you? Few have the courage, luck and skill to reach this place.And I will admit, it is nice to see another face besides the gardeners.It is quite lonely here..."