Texts over the current era have delved in interpretation from that of science to the supernatural with the degradation of known technologies. The recreation of speaking books is unknown to the modern trades of the manufacturer, but these functioning copies remain highly coveted amongst the shrinking few that still understand the esoteric ways of the old world. The room is warm from the floating lantern, and the space smelled of bronze and burning plastics, familiar to any antiquated collection. Newer textile tomes scatter between the shelves of cartridges, and in the middle an old reader lectern. You wonder if it still plays images, in a place this desolate you doubt the likelihood. But the incantation can still pass by spoken word, from the corners of this space the corners of the space lead backwards into the cloister,

I must go to the altar and complete the incantation…