Dust danced in the sunbeams piercing the aged bookshelves. Alhaitham, his eyes bleary from hours of deciphering cryptic Sangeet texts, traced a forgotten glyph with a dry fingertip.

The silence of the Grand Library hummed with ancient knowledge, yet a gnawing emptiness echoed within him. His once treasured solitude now felt like a barren landscape, devoid of the laughter and warmth he'd taken for granted. Knowing that he had only stood a few feet away. He knew he needed to make things right.