After running through what was quite literally a quarter-mile of shelves, they entered another room. It was identical to the front room aside from one thing. In the space where the exit had been, another bookshelf stood. It was much smaller, with room for only two rows of books rather than twenty. Only one book sat on its shelves.
'You see this book?' Again, the words simply floated into their heads. They didn't understand who or what said them.
"Yeah!" Gregory said as he stepped forwards to grab it. He picked it up carefully. It was self-bound. It had a simple tree-bark cover and simple pages inside. It had been tied together with strands of leather. Gregory walked back to the group. "What is it?"
'I wrote it,' the same voice said. 'Sing it please!'
"What, like a musical?" Ethan asked. "I can't really-" Keith elbowed his side, and he stopped, trying not to intimidate whatever it was they were singing for. "How do we know the notes?" There was no response.
The lights dimmed.