You arrive into a small, empty city overgrown with greenery. The sunlight comes from an unnaturally low point for this time of day. Though the street's cracked tiling is lightly covered with sand, it has unusually little friction. Entering the nearest building, you find that you can't quite grasp its architecture or geometry, and the door disappears behind you as you come in.

A quiet voice from a loudspeaker greets you. It says: "This is all a metaphor." You, however, thrive in the metaphorical.

An infinitely detailed triangular symbol, a metaphor for a library, is drawn on the sandy floor.

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