Matt: You see columns ahead of you, and they tend to wind and curl like a labyrinth made of bookcases, to no end. It's very Escher-esque in how the further up you look, they tend to curve and shift and bend around each other. Your eyes, now attuned to the realms beyond mortality, you catch glimpses of shifting wind gathering books and turning pages. Spirits of the library, though sparse as they may be from this entry point, organizing. Reading and learning from whatever words are within. You begin to almost get vertigo, trying to contemplate the strange and overwhelming construction of such a wondrous place. An endless sea of stories. Spectral custodians keeping the tales of each other and the history of Exandria past, present, and binding the pages to tell what will eventually be the present, currently the future.
Taliesin: “I've dreamed of this place. This is immortality. This is everything... I may never leave.” [I glide over to Vex and hold her close.] “This is stunning. My god, I think they may have actually forgotten all the idiot things I said yesterday.”
Laura: “Feels pretty good, doesn't it?“
Taliesin: “I think they've completely forgotten. I'm sorry. May have panicked.”
Laura: [I give him a kiss.]
Taliesin: “I'll be right back.” [I'm going to run towards one of those stacks, like a child.]
Matt: Okay. You begin to take the first–
Taliesin I'm doing a title run. I want to figure out the organizational system before I touch a book.
Matt: There are no words on any of the spines.
Taliesin: I pick one up. I look around to see if anybody has a problem. And I turn to the title page.
Matt: It's ironic you do this, because the book is in Celestial.
Taliesin: I read Celestial.
Matt: You do. It's ironic that you did that. Glancing through, it appears to be describing a birth, describing a tunnel, then a light, then a cry.
Taliesin: I skip to the end. Last page.
Matt: It seems to be an older man, surrounded by his family.
Taliesin: I've got it. I put it down. I pick up another one.
Matt: You glance through this book.
Taliesin: First page!
Matt: Begins very similarly to the last one.
Taliesin: Last page!
Matt: This one actually ends with what appears to be a horseback riding accident.
Taliesin: 115 pages in.
Matt: 115 pages in you get to a page that seems to talk about the sorrow of a lost romance, and trying to deal, coping at a young adult age.
Taliesin: [I put it back and I turn.] “They're made of people!”
Laura: “Wait, what? It's skin books?”
Taliesin: “It's people!” [And I'm going to find the most interesting spine and I'm going to turn to the first. Birth. Death.]
Laura: “I can't read that, dear.”
Taliesin: “Birth! Death! Sex. Birth, death, some disappointment.” [I am just gone. I'm running back and forth, finding whatever interesting spine I can. Are they all in Celestial?]
Matt: They are currently. All the ones you've picked up are in Celestial.
Taliesin: “Oh my god! Okay. This is great. All right.” [I'm eventually probably going to pass out from mild hyperventilation and have to sit down.]
Laura: “We should maybe find Ioun, don't you think?”
Taliesin: “If we must, yes.” [Just as an experiment, I'm going to think about Vesper and try and touch a book. I don't expect this to work, but I'm going to close my eyes and think about–think about her– and pick it up and flip through it.]
Matt: Make a religion check.
Taliesin: Nope.
Matt: You grab a tome and pull it forth, and as you read through the story, it's an unfamiliar one.
Taliesin: “There's a system! I will discover the system!” [I'm going to keep running around like a kid.]