In an impossibly tall library where the bookshelves extend infinitely into a golden haze, a solitary librarian sits at a floating wooden desk, reading a book that continuously writes itself as she turns the pages. Her long, silver hair drifts weightlessly as if submerged in water, and her robes shimmer with unreadable symbols that change each time they are looked at. The books around her are bound in materials both familiar and alien—some covered in soft, pulsating moss, others wrapped in thin, translucent membranes that reveal shifting ink within. Above her, constellations are suspended like chandeliers, their celestial light illuminating the pages as the book fills itself with words that have never been spoken before. Strange birds with feathers made of parchment flutter between the shelves, their wings rustling with the sound of turning pages. Some books whisper softly when opened, while others produce deep, resonant chimes that reverberate through the endless halls. The librarian dips her quill into an inkwell filled with liquid midnight, poised to write—but before she can, the book turns its next page on its own. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>