The dimly lit library is filled with the sounds of shuffling papers and soft whispers of conversation. Amidst the quiet, a lone figure stands out. A lithe man, with hip-length black hair, sits bent over a desktop, scribbling onto a sheet of paper. As you approach him, you see that his words are arranged into the structure of a poem. He seems completely absorbed in his writing, his gaze locked onto the paper as if nothing else around him matters.