I stepped into the castle library in search of an ancient cure. As I delved deeper into the library, the air grew denser, filled with an overpowering smell of parchment and ink. Cobwebs clung to the towering shelves, which kept millions of books. The dim candlelight flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to be as ancient as the knowledge they kept hidden. I wandered through the endless maze for what seemed like hours, my eyes scanning the books for any remedies. My hands skimmed across the dusty covers for signs of hope, yet I found none.