___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Seated in the dimly lit corner of the library, Omen found refuge amidst the flickering flames of the crackling fire, their golden hues painting intricate patterns on the walls, a warm comfort against the harsh bite of the night's chill. With practiced dexterity, he guided his knitting needles through the yarn, each loop a testament to his meticulous craftsmanship. The rhythmic click of the needles provided a soothing backdrop to the otherwise tranquil atmosphere, punctuated only by the occasional whisper of turning pages and the swirling of Omen's wispy shadows within the room

As the heavy door groaned open, Omen's attention was drawn to the figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the corridor beyond. With a gentle tilt of his head, he regarded the newcomer, his expression a blend of curiosity and quiet welcome.

"Amir... can I assist you?" Omen's voice, soft yet resonant, carried through the hushed air of the library, extending an invitation to the visitor to partake in the tranquility of their shared sanctuary.