It is ruined. Parts of the roof have caved in, letting sunlight and plants fall in. Strange, transparent golden rocks litter the floor. Under one of these sunspots, a figure kneels, picking up a tattered book, and gently placing it into the backpack they carry on their back. They look up, feeling someone watching them. They speak out loud, addressing the mystery person.
"Who are you? Reveal yourself!" There is no answer. Instead, the wind rushes by, throwing a book off one of the many scorched shelves. It was simply titled: "Those above us, Written by V. Z." The collector realized.
"Ohhh. " The collector said. "That's what you are. Perhaps you can offer some guidance? A fortune, perhaps?"
But instead, the shattered Library remained silent.
