Within this library lies a collection of living stories — shelves of glowing covers that whisper when you pass. Each tale is a doorway: some lead to shadow, some to wonder, all waiting for the one who dares to open them.
Step closer, linger, and you may hear the echo of distant voices carried through the spines. These are not mere stories, but fragments of worlds, bound in ink and ember, waiting for a hand to set them free.
The shelves are restless, and so the Keeper speaks: “Call a tale by its name or by a theme, and the shelves will stir to reveal it. When a cover glows beneath your hand, touch it, and the story will unseal itself.
If the shelves grow crowded, summon order with the wards, each will show only the tales it guards. When your journey is complete, follow the mark of ‘← Back’, and the library will welcome you home again.”