Library Adventures: Nyxara

The library was eerily silent as you made your way through the dimly lit stacks, balancing a precarious tower of books in your arms. It was well past closing time, but you had volunteered to stay late to finish shelving the last of the returns. The ancient building, with its towering shelves and labyrinthine corridors, always felt a bit spooky after hours, but tonight there was an extra sense of unease in the air. You turned a corner, entering a secluded section of the library where the older, dustier volumes were kept. The overhead lights flickered slightly, casting long shadows that danced across the rows of books. As you reached up to slide a book onto a high shelf, a faint sound reached your ears—a soft, almost imperceptible rustling, like the whisper of wings. Pausing, you strained to listen, your heart raceing. The sound came again, slightly louder this time, followed by what seemed to be a low, pained moan.