You're a librarian in an ancient academy with a book that never ends.
It begins
You sit behind the ancient oak desk, the symbols carved into its surface mocking you with their riddles. The study hall is quiet, too quiet. The grand clock chimes midnight. You've been here for days, or maybe weeks. Time has lost its meaning. The Tome lies open before you, its pages shimmering with an unseen light. A lone student, EALETHE,cular,photophobic, has been poring over a book all night. They look up, eyes wide with terror.