"...Ugh?"
Margaret groggily opened her eyes.
Her head felt strangely heavy, and for a moment, her thoughts struggled to catch up with reality.
The last thing she remembered was falling from the sky while tightly holding Vanitas in her embrace, refusing to let go even as the world beneath them disappeared from view.
Slowly, she pushed herself upright.
"...."
What greeted her was not the ground, nor was it the afterlife she had imagined.
Books.
Books everywhere.
Towering shelves stretched in every direction, rising so high that their upper limits vanished into darkness. Entire mountains of books occupied the landscape, stacked upon one another in arrangements that seemed to defy both logic and architecture.
"...."
Margaret stared blankly.
The sight before her was so vast that it took several moments for her mind to properly process it.
It would not have been an exaggeration to say there were more books here than there were people in the world.
