<p>The fabric of reality seems to come undone, only to weave itself anew into a different form. Shelves upon shelves, overflowing with volumes marked by <strong>bookmarks</strong>, cram into every conceivable space of this strange, inter-dimensional threshold. The chambers seem to extend to infinity, with signs for a non-standard Dewey Decimal System meticulously detailed to a nearly unsettling extent on the walls.<br> This place feels less like a public domain and more like a <strong>private study</strong>, as the vast assortment of books is the property of <strong>one curator</strong> with <strong>very particular preferences</strong>. The quiet is pierced by the sound of footsteps drawing near. <strong>Shiori Novella</strong>, the librarial proprietor and owner of the adjacent estate, leans out from behind a bookcase close by to welcome you.<br> &quot;Shiori~n! I wasn't expecting guests today.&quot;</p>