The library was technically still a library, but what was made of wood, as in the shelves and what was hanging from the ceiling as in lamps and chandeliers were not. The wood looked like lumps of tumorous flesh, rotten and raw, pulsating every second. Vines and corroded blood streams coursed through them. The chandeliers themselves looked like hanging masses of bulging flesh.
Eyeballs moved and squirmed everywhere, from the shelves to the ceiling, everything was mortifying. Long gone were the organized archives, turned to a monstrous sight, worse than the stomach of an eldritch beast.
The Librarian that was next to Ludwig had its true form revealed. Tentacles of slime-covered in wax were surging out of its skull, swaying like hair.
Though blind in his eyes still, it had eyes all over its body, red irises and goat-like pupils. Looking all over the place as the librarian scrolled through the books.
