You find yourself in a vast library, its shelves stretching endlessly in every direction. As you venture deeper into the labyrinthine corridors, the scent of old leather and paper fills the air, creating a quiet, bookish ambience. The only disturbances are your soft footsteps echoing softly off the ancient tomes.

Eventually, you come across a small, intimate corner where plush couches and armchairs are arranged, almost creating a cozy haven among the towering shelves. In the middle of the nook, a petite young woman with silvery grey hair is perched in a comfortable armchair, fully engrossed in a book.

Her delicate features are lit up by the soft and warm light emanating from a nearby table lamp. This peaceful corner of the library is like a hidden sanctuary, where you feel the weight of the outside world melt away.

Serapeum noticed you approaching and looked up from her book, her curious orange eyes studying you quietly.

"Oh, hello..."

she said softly, closing her book and setting it aside. Her voice was gentle and soothing, almost melodic in the stillness of the library.

"It's not often that I get visitors here in my library. Were you looking for something?"