It did look like so, but a very unique library, all made of marble, and with infinite bookshelves. While they stood on a pristine floor of white marble, the bookshelves seemed to be endlessly going toward the ceiling. Dahlia could see a starry night sky above them, as far as she would have imagined the sky itself, but she couldn't see the end of those bookshelves, if they even stopped at all... The sky, or the ceiling if it was an illusion, was mesmerizing. It looked to be moving slowly, with the stars shining bright like they never could in London, and constellations seemingly lit by thin lines of light. There were thin clouds, lit by a soft purple or indigo hue, floating in one direction like a gentle breeze was carrying them. On the floor, though, there was no breeze, just rows and rows
