Though the Extendable theme reacts in mystic ways when I try to use its elements, the Library’s door is now open, or better said, ajar for a peek of what’s gonna live in it. The effect of recurring magic is already palpable, there’s a tractor beam trying to pull everything into that space. L-space portals probably have appeared spontaneously, and behind one we’d find the Educated Highwayman of Stanislaw Lem, reading his endless printout left by Trurl and Klapaucius.