This is somewhere in the Library of Unseen University. You are in a corner formed by shelves in front of you and to your left. A strange muttering sound surrounds you, a low murmur like the sound of starlings playing Agatean whispers. However hard you try, you cannot localise the source - it seems to be coming from everywhere, like the strange violet light that almost illuminates the Library.
Your skin tingles with the discharge of magic and the air feels greasy and tastes of tin.
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