Scattered throughout the space were floating islands of reading nooks—small platforms with plush chairs, luminous tables, and strange arcane devices that projected holographic diagrams and images. They hovered at varying heights, reachable by glowing staircases that spiraled upward or bridges of light that materialized with a thought.
The air itself seemed to pulse with knowledge, charged with a subtle, electrifying hum. The whispers were everywhere, brushing past the ears of the travelers and settling in their minds like the fragments of half-remembered dreams. Each whisper carried a snippet of wisdom or a spark of forgotten history—sometimes coherent, often not.
