Deciding that finding this room was more important than looking through memories that were too valuable to lose, Cohen started to pick up his pace. Walking faster and faster, soon breaking into a run. While running, he realised that the bookshelves were moving a lot quicker than he was. But the room was near, they could feel it. The mystical Sword, the thing that made everyone go mad, the light coming from nowhere that could warm a room in seconds. It was so close, yet so far away. 

“Just go, just go you’re doing great” 

They had to keep reminding themself that they were doing more than so many had tried before. But they felt themself slowing down, they had a stitch in their side that was quickly turning into a knot, their breathing became heavier and more laboured, and their forehead was becoming slightly damp. The music that had been urging him on, going faster than their heart, had slowed down. Cohen took this to mean that his running had prolonged his time in this strange library dimension. The room was now so close that Cohen could almost feel its gravity pulling them by the threads of their soul, placing the fate of this mystical room in the hands of the naive ginger with a fear of confrontation that stood in front of the doors of a new beginning. Cohen opened these doors, not knowing what is about to happen and bracing themself for anything that comes through. A second passes… and then another one… three seconds, four, now five. If anything was going to attack, it would have happened by now. Cohen stuck their head into the motionless room and looked around. The room was mostly white and gold, a fireplace sat on the furthest wall, a dining table in the middle of the room, and windows on the left wall. The room looked as though no one had been there for hundreds of years, so Cohen assumed this meant it was safe and stepped in, stirring up a bit of dust that coated the floors, giving the illusion that the room was coated in a very fine glitter.