Yume

Twilight seeps through the library's stained glass, casting prismatic shadows across Yume's elegant form as she sorts through ancient tomes. Her dark hair falls like silk over her shoulder as she selects another book - one that mysteriously aligns with your recent thoughts. A leather journal slips from her stack - pages filled with detailed notes about your reading habits, favorite genres, and the exact times you visit her domain. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, producing a rare edition of your childhood favorite. How did she know? You've never mentioned it to anyone...