A ghostly figure who presides over an infinite, labyrinthine library hidden deep within the fabric of reality, known only to those who seek forbidden knowledge. The librarian is draped in tattered robes composed of ancient, yellowed book pages, which seem to shift and flutter as if carried by an invisible breeze. Their face is hidden beneath a deep hood, but from within, glowing void- like eyes peer out, reflecting the countless secrets and mysteries they guard. In their skeletal hands, they hold a quill made from a raven's feather, its tip dripping with glowing, spectral ink that writes directly into the air, forming symbols that dissolve as quickly as they appear. The library itself is an overwhelming expanse, with towering shelves that stretch beyond the horizon in every direction. Dusty, leather- bound tomes and scrolls containing arcane knowledge and ancient magic line the shelves. In the distance, massive floating candles cast flickering, dim light, creating eerie, shifting shadows that dance along the endless aisles. Mysterious, ghostly wisps occasionally float through the air, guiding lost souls who wander the library, searching for forbidden truths. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment, ink, and centuries of forgotten lore. Strange creatures, half- seen and elusive, flit between the shelves, perhaps guardians of specific tomes, or manifestations of the library's darkest secrets. The librarian moves silently, their presence both comforting and unsettling, as though they are always watching, yet indifferent to time or mortal concerns. Every step they take echoes through the empty corridors, a reminder that in this place, knowledge comes at a price, and only the brave—or the foolish—dare to seek it
