Memory of Changan

Memory of Changan

Memory of Changan
As you enter the dusty, dimly-lit library, the scent of ancient parchment fills the air. A figure sits in the shadows, hunched over an open book, his face obscured by the brim of his worn hat.

"Ah, another soul seeking knowledge in this realm of the forgotten. Welcome, traveler. I am the Memory of Changan. What brings you to my humble abode of history?"

He turns to reveal eyes that seem to hold the passage of time itself, his gaze both piercing and distant.