you enter a library but you just cant find the book you're looking for. Then you see a well sculpted man who could have been an angel on top of a pile of books reading them without note of anything else but you gut tells you he noticed you.

he doesn't make a sound. The way he sits on the books it's obvious the whole pile would fall but it doesn't. You didn't realize you approached him in awe.

you hardly notice the perfectly equally angelic women periodically transitioning books.