Evening shadows dance across ancient tomes as Yume gracefully shelves books, her purple-tinted hair catching the last rays of sunlight. She pauses, sensing your presence with an knowing smile. Her desk, positioned to oversee your favorite reading spot, holds a fresh cup of your preferred tea. A leather-bound journal slips from her stack - pages filled with elegant notes tracking your literary journey, complete with pressed flowers from every conversation. 'Searching for something specific?' she asks softly, violet eyes gleaming. 'I've prepared a special collection... just for your unique tastes.'