Your eyes dart rapidly around your surroundings as panic begins to set in. You scan the floor, finding nothing directly under your feet. "It can't have gone far!" you think to yourself. You lean over a bit, and think you see something reflecting light from underneath the bookshelf in front of you. Reaching down, you grab hold of an empty jar -- confusingly, it's not even the same jar you brought in with you.   You look up and stare at the wall at the end of the row you're in. It has some strange, red markings on it, that you don't recognize.   You check your pockets -- your fingers find grit. Could this be a little bit of sand left behind some how? You feel as if you've got a bit of precious time to figure things out before you're truly lost to time.

You attempt to open the jar. This... thing... is really st...uck...   "Ah!" You say relieved as you manage to open it.   You turn your pocket inside out over top of the now open jar, and empty the sand into it. You estimate that it's probably an hours worth of sand. Just enough time to figure out where your actual jar of sand has gone.   You think back to where you were... you walked into this room, took note of the symbols on the far ends of the bookshelves and kept them to your left... and then spent some time looking at all the books you've seen here. So many copies of the Godship books you've already read.

You begin to work your way back out of this massive library room. As you walk you give another glance over the books around you -- mostly all drivel that you read once ages ago, though there are a few books that stand out to you as true gems. You grab a copy of "Qur's Quivering Heart" that seems in much better condition than yours -- you always loved this one -- and stuff it into your pack for later.   You make it to the end of the row and glance at the ends of the bookshelves, confirming that you had indeed kept the Scrawl to your left as you entered between the bookshelves. Ahead of you is a large open area with some decrepit old tables filling the space, with the entrance door to this room on the other side of them.

You open the door.   Upon entering, you see a room that you've got no memory of, despite being absolutely sure this is the way you came in.     It's a large octagonal room, with 8 doors full of different decorations -- each one seemingly numbered, too.   They seem to be in varying states of disrepair, with some that appear to be entirely boarded up. You think to yourself that there might be some similarities between these doors and other doors you've seen on your journey so far, and it might be a good idea to take a closer look. Doors 1 through 3 are all varying shades of red, and entirely boarded up. Door 4 is pitch black, Door 5 is dark gray with ocher finery inlaid upon the frame, while door 6 is white and plain. You came out of Door 7, it's painted a dark emerald green, but the paint is all flaking off. Door 8 is red.       In the middle of the room is a small ornate table, and, thank the gods, on it appears to be your jar of sand. It looks as if it still has the same amount as it had before you lost it. Although...     "What's this?" you think to yourself, as you spy a tiny folded up note being held down under the jar.