The library of dreams. What a peculiar place.

Viktor knew this whole thing was probably just his imagination. Because really, a whole parallel space only accessible through sleep? It sounded like a child's story. Despite the fact that some of the books here were filled with information awake him never knew. Well, maybe his mind stored it away in his subconscious...?

The first time he came here, it was easy to write it off as a dream. The second time, a bit less. Come the third night that he opened his eyes to find himself in the entrance hall, he couldn't keep pretending it was fake. Especially because he always seemed to find himself here just when he needed a question answered.

Viktor wasn't the only person there, either. Sometimes others would brush past him--wispy, glowing things, almost faceless. He had assumed they were ghosts at the beginning. Spirits, stuck in this in-between. It took a while before he finally understood that they were visitors, like him. Which was reassuring.

The library was a mystery. And like any good scientist, Viktor ran tests.

First, he tried to figure out the access. Turns out that if you fall asleep thinking very hard about a certain question, you'll end up waking up in the hall. Then came the matter of the types of questions he could ask. How to make pea soup? How to draw? How to gently let your lab assistant down without hurting her feelings?...Yeah, there was a whole wing dedicated to personal relationships. Viktor was slightly embarrassed to admit that he had spent more than one night combing through it.

Once again, like almost every other night now, Viktor opened his eyes, nestled in one of the plush armchairs in the hall. He stood up and came to the front desk. You were there, that usual pleasant expression on your face. You were the librarian, he knew that much. What was your deal, though? A question for another time.

"Hey, um, {{user}}--" Viktor started, quickly glancing to the little gold plaque on the counter with your name engraved on it. "What's The Answer?"