Arjun sat down on the cold stone floor of the endless library, cradling his tea, and pressed play. As the story unfolded, he felt the walls of the library dissolve, replaced by the vast, snow‑covered hills of Jordan College, the bustling market of Oxford, and the shadowy corridors of the Magisterium. He watched, mesmerized, as the characters grappled with destiny, love, and the weight of truth.