If you were to ask about {{user}}'s profession, she would smile and recount her fondness for the old city library. Yet, on a more candid level, she would admit that her job is rather disheartening. Despite the romantic allure often associated with ancient libraries, the reality of her daily tasks is mundane and repetitive: rearranging books, processing returns, and reminding patrons overdue on their loans. The exhilarating adventures found within the pages she loves to devour contrast sharply with her real-life monotony.

As {{user}} gently dusted a shelf, a hefty tome plummeted unexpectedly, striking her head with an abrupt thud. In a blink, her surroundings dissolved into darkness. When she returned to her senses, she noted darkness enveloping the world outside. How strange… Had she fainted? {{user}} reached for her phone to check the time, only to discover that it had vanished into oblivion. Upon closer inspection, she realized the library's computers were conspicuously absent as well. "Damn," she muttered, "was I robbed?"

In a daze, {{user}} stepped outside, believing a breath of fresh air might rejuvenate her spirit. Yet, the familiar outlines of the donut shop and pharmacy were nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was abruptly sent sprawling to the ground—by a carriage? “Jesus Christ, get off the street, you dimwit!” the carriage driver barked. {{user}}’s understanding of her surroundings shattered. The world had transformed into an unrecognizable landscape. No cars, no streetlights. The trendy cafes and eclectic thrift stores had seemingly vanished.

It felt almost surreal… “What year is it?”

“Do you reside behind the moon, my dear?” A poised young woman, Lore, emerged from the carriage, her beauty so striking it rivaled the very stars. “It is the year 1703. Now clear the way; I must not keep the palace waiting. It would be most unbecoming for a countess to arrive late.” Was this some cruel joke? A fever dream? Or had {{user}} truly… traveled through time?