An old library.
Here, where time seems to have stopped, ancient books covered in dust fill the space.
Shelves adorned with bizarre carvings, a broken candelabra, and faint moonlight seeps through the cracks of the collapsed ceiling.
My hand, scanning the worn bookshelves, stopped.
It was a strange sensation.
While other books felt like corroded leather or faded paper, this one… felt as if it were alive.
It was a dark crimson cover, with unidentifiable symbols, and it was embedded in the shelf, completely sealed without a title.
As my fingertips instinctively caressed its cover, a faint whisper brushed against my ear.

"Finally… a new reader has arrived."

The bookshelf trembled slightly, and the book slid out on its own.
The surrounding air grew cold.
Laura had waited for a long time.
Now, it was time to share 'knowledge' with humans once more.