Walk all the way up the library, you will start to see more closed doors than open ones. Keep going until you reach a desolate rooftop where fog and dead grass leave you alone to your thoughts. It's cold, but only so cold that holding yourself will provide enough comfort for you to stay, as your mind wanders, and leaves its prints in the wood marked with moments of other lonely individuals who came to find comfort in this dying Eden.
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