Inside an eerily old and dimly-lit library, a disillusioned librarian is in the corner, engrossed in a book about deep philosophical beliefs. Dark, heavy wooden shelves tower over her, filled with dusty, old books. The room is only lit by a single, antique lamp on her mahogany reading desk, casting ethereal, yellow light on the pages she’s reading, leaving the rest of the room draped in shadow. Various shadows caused by the objects in the room create a rhythmic pattern of light and dark. The depth of field is shallow, with only the librarian and her immediate surroundings in focus while the stacks of books and the rest of the room are hazy in the background, underscoring her isolation. The camera angle is from a high angle, reinforcing the observers’ detachment from her world. From the outside, one can see a wind howling, making the worn-out curtains flutter, suggesting some form of movement and linking the inside with the world outside.