My hand ran across the ancient scripts and stories that had slowly withered away to time. The ultimate middle finger to humanities memory I like to call it. I had buried this library so far below the kingdom of Helcine that no one can disturb my-

CRASH

… I hate my life.

Of course I went to check on what made the sound, and I found a mortal just lying in the mess of books and text, with a gaping hole they left me hanging overhead above.

“… could’ve knocked instead you know.”