As Marcus pushed open the heavy library doors, a world of knowledge unfolded before them. The vast chamber seemed to stretch endlessly, its high vaulted ceiling lost in shadows. Rows upon rows of towering bookshelves filled the space, each packed with ancient tomes, scrolls, and manuscripts.
The air was thick with the musty scent of old parchment and leather bindings. Dust motes danced in shafts of soft light that filtered through stained glass windows high above. The silence was almost palpable, broken only by the occasional creak of settling wood or the whisper of pages turning somewhere in the depths of the library.
Samantha's eyes widened in awe. "It's incredible," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus nodded, equally impressed. "I've never seen anything like it. I never thought about coming here in the past. Where do we even begin?"
