Grace stood outside the Archives, staring up at the massive double doors. They were easily three times her height and carved with weird symbols she didn't understand.
[Great. Even the entrance is intimidating.]
She pushed one door open with both hands. It swung surprisingly easily, like it weighed nothing.
The Archives were huge. Bookshelves stretched up so high that Grace had to crane her neck to see the top. Little floating lights drifted around like fireflies, illuminating the endless rows of books, scrolls, and tablets.
"Hello?" Grace called out. Her voice echoed.
"Back here!" someone shouted from somewhere deep in the stacks.
Grace walked toward the voice, passing shelves labeled with names she couldn't pronounce. After a minute of walking (seriously, how big was this place?), she found a desk piled high with books.
Behind it sat an angel with blue wings and black hair tied in a messy bun. She wore wire-rimmed glasses and had ink stains on her fingers.
