Sunset Over Sea

Sorry once more for the time between posts. I got the flu last week and am still recovering, as well as having to make up work I missed.

Previous parts can be found here.


"Cathedral of books" was only partially a poetic name for the library; the Suzzallo reading room really does look like a cathedral.

The vaulted ceiling overlooks a carpeted floor lined with long wooden desks, reading lights shining off the hardwood surfaces. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with a random collection of all topics, and anchor the long stained glass windows rising between the arches.

Chandeliers hang from the ceiling and shed a soft yellow glow over the shuffling silence. At either end of the room sits a desk in isolation, the centerpiece for a sweeping alcove, a quote engraved on the wall and a globe of the world hanging from above.

I couldn't expect to find whatever-it-was just by looking around the room, it would be hidden much better than that. Disguised as a book, hidden in a chandelier, placed in a crenelation on the wall or shelves -- it could be anywhere, and I had no idea of its size.

I would have to focus incredibly deep and go over the entire room inch by inch; it would be best to be invisible, because after a while I might start getting strange looks.

I looked around the room, at the students bent over work or reading. Might as well get started.