Happy Labor Day! Today is a short post, just three libraries:
Whispers echo off all the walls of the grand library: a huge column lined with shelves upon shelves of books. A pinpoint of light shines down from the glass-dome ceiling. In the middle of the floor, surrounded by a low-banister gaps an open pit. More bookshelves line its side, descending into the dark. Librarians at a central desk use summoning spells to move to the books between the shelves and patrons’ hands. The books’ rustle in the air as they move so that the whole library sounds like a flock of birds in flight.
Hidden Library in the Tundra
Only a simple stack of rocks with a wood door marks the library’s entrance on the tundra. Opening the door reveals a well-lit staircase leading far beneath the ground. After traveling for ten minutes, you reach the library’s main chamber. Cool air flows from the many passageways which branch from here. Shelves chiseled directly into the cave walls hold an array of books and scrolls.
Water drips onto the rotting books. “Books” being a generous term for the piles of rotting pulp sprouting mushrooms in this forgotten library. Under the constant sound of water, you can hear the scurrying of bugs and….perhaps larger creatures. But the ancient librarians had kept a few books safe beneath glass displays or locked away in special chambers. And a few books were lucky – hidden in spots that stayed dry.