The glow of the World Tree pulsed as it absorbed my question, seemingly thinking deeply about how to explain things to me the way my stupid head would understand.
The weight of the knowledge it carried pressed against the air, like an unseen tide shifting around me. But the surroundings, to me, felt like home. My eyes landed on the single door where that mirrored coffin was.
Another thing I need to ask.
"What was tilted must be steadied," the World Tree finally answered.
My head turned away from the door, but I stopped looking above. My neck hurt, so I just settled at walking slowly between aisles, tracing the spines of the books I passed by.
Who knows, maybe I'll find something interesting. Something like Noir's book.
As I roamed around the library with my hands on my back like an old, strict librarian checking books, the World Tree continued to explain. It was like an old friend I hadn't met for a long time.
