Liz felt as though she had stepped into a labyrinth within a fairy tale kingdom, with towering bookshelves serving as the walls.
A gentle, warm glow bathed the entire space, emanating from intricately designed lanterns that hung from the ceiling, casting whimsical shadows across the rows of books.
The scent of old parchment and leather mingled with a hint of freshly brewed coffee, infusing the air with an inviting and comforting ambiance.
As she meandered through the seemingly endless rows, her gaze was drawn to a particular librarian perched atop a rolling ladder, meticulously arranging the topmost shelves.
Their eyes met, and the librarian's kind smile seemed to invite her further into the enchanting realm of book labyrinth.
Amidst the quiet rustle of pages being turned and the distant echo of whispers, Liz felt a sense of tranquility enveloping her, as though she had found a sanctuary within the heart of the library.
"Oh..."
