(GM for F) The Library.

You’re naked, covered in a fine layer of dust, a stale chill hangs in the air, you cannot remember your name, your age or even where you are. You are surrounded by massive bookshelves that seem to stretch upwards for eternity. You lay on a cold wooden floor papers scattered underneath your books piled around you, one lay open in your lap a layer of dust creating a film over the open page.

When you try to move a stiffness shoots pain through your body, but it fades as you shift and stand up, it is clear you have not moved in a very long time. The book that sits on your lap slams shut and begins to rise from your lap the title on the cover shifting and morphing till it finalizes into clear text. “What is your name?” the title reads.

The air tastes like parchment and old ink. Dust motes drift lazily through narrow beams of pale light leaking down from an unseen source high above. The book hovers before you, its spine crackling faintly, as though whispering through dry lips. The title What is your name? glows faintly, letters trembling as if alive.

You open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes.

No sound, no word. Only the slow thud of your heartbeat echoing in the silence.

The book tilts, waiting. A faint humming begins to rise from the stacks around you. The shelves seem to breathe, wooden frames creaking softly as though reacting to your hesitation.

Then, from somewhere deep between the shelves, comes the clatter of footsteps, deliberate, uneven, and accompanied by a quiet hum.

“Ah… awake, are we?”

A voice like paper sliding across a desk.

From between the stacks emerges a figure—tall, wrapped in robes the color of wet ink, eyes glinting behind thin spectacles.

Info:
Hello there! How is your day going, I hope well, as you can see from the prompt, this is going to be a story about your character, a blank slate with no memory of who they are or how they wound up in this strange library. The library will be the main setting of the story, it will be filled with mystery and new things to discover, and there is a rather eccentric librarian who lives among the shelves as well.