the library
knowledge necropolis. tome tomb. catalogue catacombs.
home of ghosts and inn to curious minds. you look a little lost, stranger. the reading room is on your left.
| histororía | hauntings | works | inspiration |
home of ghosts and inn to curious minds. you look a little lost, stranger. the reading room is on your left.
| histororía | hauntings | works | inspiration |
historía
the Library was once a grand symposium of the world's treasured knowledge, frequented by the brightest and boldest human minds. you have not heard of it--it burned down, taking everything with it as it sank into a gaping wound between worlds. though gone, it was so anguished and so missed that some say it became a ghost too. and for once... those brilliant minds were right.
now it houses the spirits of all the books, objects, and information that burned. the flames may have gorged themselves but they could not consume all the memories of the people who loved it, cared for it, and nurtured it from seed. what is lost to memory is how or why the library burned in the first place.
the Library resides just on the border of the spirit world. though technically in the underworld, it is a liminal space even to the spirits that haunt it. a new ancient place. a thriving necropolis. like a lover's final letter, it is so close to kissing the human world and yet will never be reunited. ...or so the story goes.
it is a mostly underground place with access to some gardens, terraces, and the sea. or is that the river styx? it seems portals to both the underworld and the overworld have sprouted from its corpse. the grounds in and around the Library are ever-changing and ever-expanding. the Library fashions itself in the collective memories of what it once was, of what it once housed--it has become a weird stretching place of hallways, enclaves, and ruined peristyles. it is seemingly infinite, and only natural to get lost in, but you always find the reading room.
however, it's not a borrower's library. whatever you find in here, whatever finds you...you can't take with you.
now it houses the spirits of all the books, objects, and information that burned. the flames may have gorged themselves but they could not consume all the memories of the people who loved it, cared for it, and nurtured it from seed. what is lost to memory is how or why the library burned in the first place.
the Library resides just on the border of the spirit world. though technically in the underworld, it is a liminal space even to the spirits that haunt it. a new ancient place. a thriving necropolis. like a lover's final letter, it is so close to kissing the human world and yet will never be reunited. ...or so the story goes.
it is a mostly underground place with access to some gardens, terraces, and the sea. or is that the river styx? it seems portals to both the underworld and the overworld have sprouted from its corpse. the grounds in and around the Library are ever-changing and ever-expanding. the Library fashions itself in the collective memories of what it once was, of what it once housed--it has become a weird stretching place of hallways, enclaves, and ruined peristyles. it is seemingly infinite, and only natural to get lost in, but you always find the reading room.
however, it's not a borrower's library. whatever you find in here, whatever finds you...you can't take with you.
hauntings
the archivist
That's me. How can I help?
That's me. How can I help?
the sphinx
My most frequent patron.
What are they working on? Sorry, researcher confidentiality. Though...you could try asking her yourself.
My most frequent patron.
What are they working on? Sorry, researcher confidentiality. Though...you could try asking her yourself.
the hound
A new face around here. Please, no pictures in the reading room. Especially not of the other guests.
A new face around here. Please, no pictures in the reading room. Especially not of the other guests.
the . . . ?
I...can't make out this signature. One moment... Oh! That is the lovely individual over there.
I...can't make out this signature. One moment... Oh! That is the lovely individual over there.
the mythmaker
The seal of The Mythmaker. ...I have nothing else to say.
The seal of The Mythmaker. ...I have nothing else to say.
...You saw a small creature scampering off with a scroll?
Excuse me for one moment--
Excuse me for one moment--
inspiration
credits
header image: Alexandre Lion
library illustration: Chloe Jenkins
library illustration: Chloe Jenkins