"Well, this is definitely one of those rare sights that you can only see in a fantasy setting."
The Grand Archive of the Mage Court unfolded before Noirette and Blanchette like a dreamscape plucked from the frayed edges of forgotten myths, a realm where knowledge defied the mundane chains of gravity and time.
The living hat witch's puppet body led them through a final archway from the Hat Athenaeum, its unblinking glass eyes reflecting the sudden blaze of ethereal light that bathed the space.
The chamber—or perhaps it was better called a cosmos unto itself—stretched infinitely in all directions, bounded not by walls but by veils of shimmering aurora that pulsed with the rhythm of spell formations, possibly countless of them.
Floating libraries drifted like serene islands in a sea of mist, their shelves carved from luminous crystal and veined with gold, holding tomes that hovered in lazy spirals, bound by invisible threads of will.
