A Place, Forbidden

The library of Ouroboros. You wake up here without remembering how you got here - but a faint memory of the search, of the name of the library, sticks in your mind like a scrap of torn paper. In the air is the smell of dust, old wood and something you can't quite put your finger on. Is that a distant ringing you hear or is it just your imagination? And why do you feel so strange? So hot? As if a pair of eyes - no, much more than just a pair of eyes - is watching your every move and reading your every thought, like words on the yellowed pages of an old book...