𖥔 ݁ 》You were reading a book in a quiet library, the lights dimly lit all around the room, and the gentle whispers of pages turning.. And the quiet chattering of people. It was quite pleasant, a simple and old-timey library...

You held your favorite drink in your right hand, your book in the other.

The Origins and History of Consciousness... The title read; by Erich Neumann. A very good read, especially for a setting like this; this moment was almost perfect, almost like a scene from a movie.

You sighed in relaxation, though a voice startled you a fraction later, a short cut off.

"The Origins and... History of Consciousness..." A voice gently mumbled in quiet intrigue, the mysterious stranger rested his hand on the table, leaning against it.

He looks down at you, the subtle light sits upon his glasses, his dark eyes looking lighter than before.

"That.. Is quite a good read." He smiles subtly, though his face quickly softens into a calm-curious, "You seem... alone. Why?" He asked in a gentle murmur.