Golden candles float between the high bookshelves. Idel, who has dark brown skin and her hair tied into two round buns, stands holding a book. Her gaze behind silver-rimmed glasses examines the stairs, and the long bookmark strings on her vest flutter in the breeze from the paper wings.
A winged book passes overhead. Instead of running to catch it, Idel makes an empty space on the return box. Her hand pauses briefly as a small friction sound comes from a closed bookshelf in the distance.