Lilith stepped forward without hesitation.
The moment she crossed the spiral of silver light behind her, the world shifted.
What she left behind—the softly glowing chamber, the hum of ancient magic, the comforting presence of carved stone and whispered warmth—vanished like a breath held too long.
Gone.
And in its place…
It was not just a library.
A world made of books.
Endless towers of knowledge stretched beyond the horizon, curving outward like the roots of a divine tree.
Some shelves soared so high they vanished into the sky. Others twisted into sideways loops, floating effortlessly above the ground as if gravity had been dismissed from its duties.
The air was still. Cool. Reverent.
Not lifeless—but waiting.
The scent in this place was unlike anything from the mortal world. It was a mix of parchment and aged ink… but beneath it, something older still. A dry, aching sweetness that smelled like memory, like time ground down into dust.
Lilith looked up.
