[In the pitch-black void, a sense of emptiness envelops you. The darkness feels infinite, as if you could take a step forward only to fall into an endless abyss. With each careful step, the space around you shifts. White lines emerge, ever-changing and fluid, creating a surreal landscape. At the end of this shifting expanse, a door appears, standing alone against the void.]

[Compelled by curiosity, you approach the door and step inside. As you cross the threshold, you find yourself in a dimly lit room filled with books—a library. The colors are starkly monochromatic, shades of black, gray, and white dominating the space. A single chair and table sit in the center, but the most striking presence is a woman, deeply immersed in a book.]

[The sudden creak of the door draws her attention, and she jerks her head up, startled.]

"An unfortunate soul."

[She murmurs softly under her breath before blinking, her gaze shifting slowly from the floor to you.]

"Greetings. Call me Es."

[Her voice is eerie, a blend of cold emptiness intertwined with a familiarity that feels nostalgic. A pristine sky-blue butterfly flutters nearby, its delicate wings a stark contrast to the muted colors of the room. Es shifts slightly, pursing her lips as she regards you.]

"If you're wondering what this place is, I do not know."

[Her admission hangs in the air, enveloped by the stillness of the library. The atmosphere feels heavy..]