Among the ruins, lays a library. Many books decayed and ruined by water. It is a sad thing. From what I found is not much. But a few works of which I think the Shiadic will be glad returned. I search high and low among the halls. And I found an image projector. Still inside lies a reel of images. A most important artifact from which I am happy to find.

I don't dare to watch. When I left the library, a sense of sadness washes over me. To never again, this place to hold books. With the projector and reel, I am happy to return them to the Shiadic people. But first the public records.