The Hollow Librarian A towering, eyeless being dressed in book pages and cracked leather bindings, its head a hollow cage filled with whispering scrolls. Each step is followed by the sound of thousands of rustling pages. Its fingers are quills, dipped in ink that burns the skin. It silently reorganizes invisible shelves, pulling books from the air. Some books bleed. Others scream when opened. It writes your name on a page and files it into a tome chained to its chest. Once cataloged, your fate is rewritten. If you forget something suddenly—it’s because the Hollow Librarian has archived it.