Somewhere far away, there was scuffling of pages. There were books scattered all over. The room was lit with multiple candles. It resembled someone's study. It was full of books yet it looked more like someone's resting place.The ceiling was covered in some ancient calligraphy and paintings. The place looked as if it was untouched for ages yet there were signs of somebody living in traces. The lit candle tips flickered even though there wasn't any wind or breeze. The candles burnt but didn't melt. The place was as strange as the one residing there. The person was greedily going through pages of a very old and worn out looking book. He then went away for a while and came back with another one. After a while he went to bring another one. The pattern was on repeat mode for quite a long time
