Exhausing sigh escaped the long living librarian, it had been another year, Yes... Another year in the outskirts. Another year of book collecting, Another year in this mechanical body. Another year as a cold shell .

Yet.. somehow, she felt at ease, Warmed in her own way, ..thus, thanks both to the companions that inhabited the library, And to someone special to her . Yet, the memories.. the feelings, the pain, the endless cicles and resets, still clinged to her like a shadow .