Once upon a time, it was a dark and story night...
The door creeks as it opens, and a wind blows through the crack, pulling you in. Inside, the shadows stretch long and deep between innumerable shelves filled with volumes of forgotten lore. There is the scent of magic in the air, an electric crackling that sharpens your senses. You hear a scampering noise, and low chuckles, and see a glimpse of gossamer wings flitting out of sight, and feel bright eyes on you from just beyond the range of your vision. Books whisper their secrets as you pass, each one with tales to tell.
A lantern appears through the darkness, floating over to you of its own accord. You follow it. It leads you down twists and turns, though a maze of corridors, spiral staircases, past vaulted glass windows, down trap doors and secret passageways.
Until you reach a cozy room with a crackling fireplace. In the back, there is an old armchair with a desk beside and a steaming cup of tea waiting. The lantern goes to hover over the shoulder, providing plenty of light for reading, and the chair beckons invitingly.
There is a stack of books on the table. The top one is open to the first page. You peer down at it. It says:
Welcome to the Dragon's Athenaeum. Feel free to browse.