Here, the scene turns inward — within the Library’s grand hall, scholars scatter as smoke pours through the doorways. The lamplight becomes indistinguishable from the firelight, and scrolls tumble from the shelves like falling leaves. The artist’s linework trembles with urgency: columns bend in the heat, papyrus curls midair, and knowledge itself seems to take form in the smoke. Yet amid the chaos, one scholar looks back — unwilling to flee what defined him.


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