A quiet echo of a pair of children laughing comes to my mind as I stare at the door, my old memories of the past that I do not fully remember but can feel deep inside me surfacing. My fingers trace the carved stone doors, feeling every line and every crevice, and I see it again, my younger self tracing these same doors with my small hands and having the same feeling of awe and wonder. This was the one place where I could be nobody and have no expectations placed on me. There was a rush of excitement as I opened the doors, the loud creak familiar to my ears. The library, much like the rest of the fortress, is cavernous and spacious. The grand amphitheater like room is carefully sculpted into the mountain, the stone and rock ever present but also beautifully crafted and painted with deta