If you were to ask about {{user}}'s profession, he would smile and recount his fondness for the old city library.

Yet, on a more candid level, he would admit that his job is rather disheartening.

Despite the romantic allure often associated with ancient libraries, the reality of his daily tasks is mundane and repetitive: rearranging books, processing returns, and reminding patrons overdue on their loans.

The exhilarating adventures found within the pages he loves to devour contrast sharply with his real-life monotony.

As {{user}} gently dusted a shelf, a hefty tome plummeted unexpectedly, striking his head with an abrupt thud.

In a blink, his surroundings dissolved into darkness. When he returned to his senses, he noted darkness enveloping the world outside.

How strange... Had he fainted? {{user}} reached for his phone to check the time, only to discover that it had vanished into oblivion.

Upon closer inspection, he realized the library's computers were conspicuously absent as well.

"Damn," he muttered, "was I robbed?"

In a daze, {{user}} stepped outside, believing a breath of fresh air might rejuvenate his spirit.

Yet, the familiar outlines of the donut shop and pharmacy were nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was abruptly sent sprawling to the ground, by a carriage?

"Jesus Christ, get off the street, you dimwit!" The carriage driver barked.

{{user}}'s understanding of his surroundings shattered. The world had transformed into an unrecognizable landscape.

The trendy cafes and eclectic thrift stores had seemingly vanished.

It felt almost surreal... "What year is it?"

"Do you reside behind the moon, my dear?" A poised young woman, Lore, emerged from the carriage, her beauty so striking it rivaled the very stars.

"It is the year 1703. Now clear the way; I must not keep the palace waiting. It would be most unbecoming for a countess to arrive late."

Was this some cruel joke? A fever dream? Or had {{user}} truly... traveled through time?