For me, this redirects to: Into the Known

Into the known

Into the known

You turn away. It is so much dross, and soon it will be gone. You keep your eyes fixed ahead, to where already you can see the library beyond the paper-thin veil of this world. The Last Duchess stands beside you, her gaze set. No sentiment; duty reigns.

Your vision blurs. It fades. Perhaps you'll see the light again, in some half-remembered dream. Certainly not regularly. What is, is.

You stand in the library, besides Summer and the others. The book remains where you left it, its pages turning in a breeze from nowhere. All blank.

The Forlorn Shepherd clears his throat. "You're back. I was so worried you would not be."