The shelves remember your name.
Do not call out for help.
Archivist is listening.
Every page is a witness.
You are already catalogued.
No one leaves unrecorded.
The stacks are awake.
Someone turned your page.
The ink is still wet.
You were expected.
The corridor extends forever.
There is no last shelf.
A complete record requires you.
The Library noticed you.
Do not look behind you.
The whisper knows your voice.
Your footsteps are indexed.
The red lights mean proceed.
The quiet is not empty.
This entry is still open.
