Before she began, she made sure to lock the archive door to stay undisturbed, because she was going to be here all day; with a click, the door sealed.
Morena stood still for a moment, letting the silence settle. The air was stale, carrying the scent of parchment and oil that had soaked into the stone for decades, with a hint of burning wood due to the torches.
Rows of shelves stretched before her, higher than her head, each one filled with tomes bound in leather or scrolls tied with worn cords.
Candles flickered faintly in their sconces. She lit more, one by one, until the room glowed in soft orange. Shadows danced against the shelves, and dust stirred with every step she took.
"AI."
[Listening.]
"Begin wide-scope scan. Skim every document as quickly as possible. Sort everything into categories as you go. I want all information stored and organized by the end of the day."
