Here, the place became narrow, as if forced into a slimmer frame of reference: books drew up their spines, shelves became taller, floorboards melted into one another. Castalian was here having only ascended a few days ago, though back then, he had been in a different part of here. If what the Elders had told him was true, then there was no other place for him outside of the Library, though each step forward seemed to ferry him to another distant world.
This one was by far the most peculiar. For one, it seemed to be gradually losing any and all qualities that even defined it as a library- as he walked the thin strip of ground between two towering shelves, the books that filled them were beginning to look more and more like stones. The spines were still there, certainly, but the writing had all but been reduced to chalky scribbles along their edges; he had the vague impression that if he were to reach out and touch one, it would be fixed in its place like a brick.
And then there w