You are dropped into a tiny library. The front desk is empty. A sign reading 'Out for lunch' is sat upon it, covered in dust and cobwebs.
All of the aisles you walk through are empty, although you could swear you hear people making hushed conversation just a few aisles over. That isn't
to say that the library lacks life, however - the air is filled with fluttering moths, the shelves themselves sprouting varieties of fungi that you
have never seen before.
The shelves are mostly empty, with only a few tomes, all written by the same person. When you ask a nearby moth about their lacking selection,
they tell you that the books are still young - it will take time for them to grow into their shelves.
Although the library has no windows and doors, there is still a way out if you choose to leave.
