The Great Library of Valishar hummed with quiet energy as afternoon light spilled through tall, arched windows. Dust motes danced in golden beams that illuminated ancient tomes and scrolls, each carefully preserved in the vast circular chamber. Five floors of balconies rose above, creating a cathedral of knowledge that had stood for centuries. The air carried the comforting scent of aged parchment, binding glue, and the faint trace of the lemonwood incense burned each morning to purify the atmosphere and discourage insects from taking residence among the precious texts.