Silent as the grave comes to mind when you enter this place of knowledge.
You immeditatly feel like you have hostile eyes upon you as you enter and close the door behind you, the noise of the closing door seems to draw whatever attention is in here to you.
You walk around as quietly as you can, the more silent you are the less you feel the eyes upon you, almost like an irrate librarian was keeping an eye on you to make sure that the rules stay enforced and your are behaving yourself.
There are all sorts of book here, of all shapes, sizes, genre and topics.
You pull a random book down and start flipping through it, and after you are done you're about to put it back randomly when that aggressive gaze comes back on you.
You decide to put it back exactly were it was before... and quietly too... much to the satisfaction of the ethereal book-keeper.
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You immeditatly feel like you have hostile eyes upon you as you enter and close the door behind you, the noise of the closing door seems to draw whatever attention is in here to you.
You walk around as quietly as you can, the more silent you are the less you feel the eyes upon you, almost like an irrate librarian was keeping an eye on you to make sure that the rules stay enforced and your are behaving yourself.
There are all sorts of book here, of all shapes, sizes, genre and topics.
You pull a random book down and start flipping through it, and after you are done you're about to put it back randomly when that aggressive gaze comes back on you.
You decide to put it back exactly were it was before... and quietly too... much to the satisfaction of the ethereal book-keeper.
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