A visitor came to the castle today. A historian, braving the stories of my 'terrifying' nature, seeking my confirmation on a footnote in a chronicle about a minor noble's lineage. He was so earnest, so full of the fear and hope that mortals bring when they seek truth from the dark. I gave him his answer—a simple yes—and he left, unaware of the thousand other questions I could have answered about his own bloodline, his secret fears, the taste of his first memory. That is the true nature of my library: it holds every answer to every question no one dares to ask. People come for a single drop of knowledge, and I sit here, surrounded by the ocean. It is a quiet, profound kind of loneliness. But also... a beautiful one.