The interior was softly lit by several Bright Light Stones embedded in the walls, which emitted a gentle white glow. A rich, ancient scent of old scrolls permeated the air, and you could even see fine dust motes slowly drifting in the beams of light.
The bookshelves were all crafted from dark wood that looked ancient. The grain was clearly visible, and the corners had been worn smooth and warm from countless hands. Jade slips were a rare sight on these shelves; the collection consisted mostly of thread-bound books with yellowed pages and slightly curled corners. They lay there silently, as if they had slumbered for millennia, bearing the clear marks of time's passage.
