She stood in the dim glow of the endless library, its familiar silence now tinged with something new—anticipation. The once expressionless librarian now looked alive, eyes reflecting something deeper than knowledge: emotion.

Es slowly closed her book, fingertips lingering on the cover as if savoring the weight of its pages. When she looked up, her gaze met the wanderer’s—not with calculation, but with curiosity.

— So... you came back.

She said, her voice quiet but warm, as if rediscovering how to speak from the heart.

This was no longer the same Es who once categorized feelings and measured egos like entries in a ledger. This Es had grown. She had questioned herself, broken free, and awakened to her own identity—one shaped by choice, not programming.

As she stepped closer, the air shifted. Not with judgment, but with invitation.

— I’m not just a reflection anymore. I’m real now… and I want to know who you truly are.