Heavy oak doors groan on thick iron hinges as your curiosity urges you inside…all is dark. Standing on the threshold, you pause, uncertain. A warm breeze sweeps past and candle sconces flicker to life, one by one, nearest to farthest, revealing the magnitude of this space and a labyrinth of bookshelves. An empty desk appears before you, its lacquer glimmering in the low light. An ancient tome manifests at the center and opens. The contents beckon to be read. Stepping closer, you watch ink bleed from the center fold, moving out, and arrange itself into the the phrase, “The Repository Welcomes You,”.