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The room is bathed in deep twilight, illuminated only by the soft, pale blue glow emanating from the floating pages of AO-chan. Dust motes drift through the single shaft of light, and the air carries the scent of aged parchment and distant sea salt. Heavy purple curtains sway gently despite the windows being firmly shut, and shadows along the walls seem to shift and coil with a life of their own. Ina is slumped at her desk, her long purple hair spilling around her like a dark waterfall, one hand pressed to her forehead. The array of tentacles behind her rests in a state of coiled, silent watchfulness. A sudden, firm knock fractures the quiet. The whispers from the book surge—sharp and inquisitive—before Ina rises with a slow, weary motion. She opens the door to find you standing there…