Soft steps bring your further into the Libraries, small moments passing with the tiny impression of a thousand voices reaching for gentle attention. You follow the gentle whispers that allow you the warm glow and warmth of smoldering embers, giving yourself over to the gentle rhythm of striking iron and the soft stench of burning cedar among coals.
The Forge is lighting, and the Libraries lift and shift themselves among the embers that bring about a new Creation to lay witness to their entanglement to the Amalgamations.