You come across an old antiquarian library, overgrown with vegetation and lost to time. The air is blissful, pollen floats in the sunlight, fireflies gather in the darker corners and around mossy outcrops. A small shelf with a large book resting atop it comes to life and stands, the book floating and opening of its own accord. Calligraphy appears across the surface of it's empty pages...
(โ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฌ!)
...and then, a face.
(^_^)
What will you do?
(Rules below cut)











