Before taking two steps, Trent paused to take a deep breath and exhale deeply. His boots crossed the threshold into the ancient structure known as the Solemn Archive. The instant his entire body passed through the large, monumental door, which had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, he felt as though the world around him had shifted. He stood still, feet together, surveying the surroundings while clad in the baggy, shadowy robe the Grand Librarian had provided him.
The smell of dust hit him instantly, stinging his nostrils and prompting an immediate, forceful sneeze that echoed loudly through the vast Solemn Archive. 'Why is it so dusty in here?' Trent thought, irritation creeping into his mind. 'What's the Grand Librarian's actual job, then?!' He internally fumed, bringing a hand up to cup his nose, trying to shield his lungs from the pungent mix of dust, ancient wisdom, and ink that filled the air, suffocating in its intensity.