Inside the library, the dome towers above.
Soft glimmers from the crystal chandeliers embedded above descend, like starlight sprinkled between the towering rows of bookshelves and the empty floor.
The organ chants, lights and shadows intertwine, creating a serene and solemn sacred atmosphere.
The sound of everyone's breathing is clearly audible, all eyes glued to the figure slowly emerging.
A circle of white light bursts forth, causing them to squint instinctively.
Until the figure came closer, the light receded, and they could completely see the person's features.
It was an unremarkable man, who appeared to be very young, yet exuded an air of having witnessed the vicissitudes of life.
He was dressed in black clothes, a very ordinary style, yet incredibly clean and tidy.
His face was plain, bearing a forgettable everyman's visage, completely devoid of memorable features.
Only his eyes appeared incredibly profound, as if they harbored the sediment of time.
