“Hmm...the cover on this is faded...I can’t read this language...”
The ruined island proved to be an interesting place to explore. So long as Zakuro kept away from any suspicious people and didn’t look straight at the eclipse, she’d be fine. That was her plan of action and she was sticking to it. The sensation of gravel digging into her skin from when she first arrived was too realistic for her to dismiss this as a dream.
Eventually her whimsical wandering lead her to a place that looked like something resembling a library, what with its tall bookshelves that rose high as if trying to reach the blocked sun. She flips through countless books, trying to find something that might interest her, or perhaps an author she recognized from one of her conversations with Mamiya.
Zakuro sighs and places a partially destroyed copy of Through the Looking Glass back on its shelf. “Is there nothing I can read here?” Not that she’d even know if the first readable book she found would interest her in the first place...