Guardian who patrols rows of forsaken knowledge walks in a silent void without a lick of noise, breathing to the extent of the library itself in a glass of emerald that glows according to each inhale and exhale. It is glorious, it is magnificent, it is laborious as it is significant. A land before thought untouched by time and I would like nothing more for a single sheet of my work down to a single sentence to a single word to be placed in the whirl or furl of purl irl. Jasper knitted raiment appears in the ethereal view through the exterior of one of the book rows. The librarian, whose features resembled the shocking reality of words beyond utterance, purely shook the voice from my sight.

Unbeknownst to I that it, or rather the librarian possesses abilities untold by normal means. It sees through others eyes when their brainwaves link...