The room was filled with bookshelves, densely packed with all kinds of books, covering every inch of the space.

It seemed clear that the purpose of the room was a library.

‘Spatial expansion.’

The space inside was much wider than the outside perception.

It was so vast that it could be considered a building in itself, not just a room.

Most of this massive space was filled with bookshelves, reaching up to the ceiling, making it feel as though I had stepped into a forest of books.

‘It’s old.’

The bookshelves, sprouting like bamboo shoots, were filled with various books.