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★★ A side-story based on the settings of "The Library" ★★

Yuna had grown up in a humble family from a young age. She shared a cramped, small house with her family members, where her brothers and sisters were perpetually noisy. As summer vacation began, coinciding with the approach of her university entrance exams, Yuna attempted to study at home in the mornings. However, the clamor from her siblings made concentration impossible. Her pleas for quiet only sparked conflicts, leading her parents to blame her.

Seeking solace, she took her books to the library, yearning for a quieter study environment. Despite the holiday season, the library was tranquil. An elderly librarian greeted her at the entrance, seemingly perceptive to her needs, and inquired, “Do you truly desire a quiet place to study?” Yuna nodded in affirmation.

The librarian then led her to a secluded corner, revealing a sight that left Yuna astounded—a colossal, extravagant dress that seemed to defy reality. Its enormity rivaled that of a two-story building, with countless layers of fabric and petticoats piling atop one another. This fabric mountain formed a dome-shaped silhouette, supporting the structure of the massive gown, which was so heavy it seemed implausible.

“Ascend there, and you shall find your peace,” the librarian suggested. Initially hesitant, Yuna realized she had never owned a fine garment; her wardrobe consisted solely of second-hand clothes, often subjecting her to ridicule. Seizing the moment to feel like royalty, she consented.

Due to the dress’s size, they climbed a ladder to its apex. Yuna then slipped into the gown through an opening, with the librarian assisting in securing the dress, ensuring it wouldn’t come undone. Yuna was now formally attired in the dress.

“Enjoy your solitude,” the librarian said, withdrawing the ladder and departing. Alone, Yuna felt the gown’s heft yet also its unexpected comfort. The layers of soft fabric tightly enveloped her lower half, and her elevated position afforded her the quietude she sought, free from disturbances.

She spent the day enveloped in the vast, yet cozy dress, immersed in her books.

As the shadows lengthened and the library’s light waned to a dim glow, Yuna’s sense of urgency grew. The librarian had vanished, and her calls echoed unanswered through the empty halls. A creeping panic set in; the vast dress was her gilded cage, magnificent yet immobilizing. The thought of descending from the towering dress without the ladder was a daunting prospect, each ruffle and layer a potential precipice.

Determined to free herself, Yuna grappled with the dress, her fingers searching for a seam or closure. But the fabric seemed to merge with her skin, an unyielding second epidermis that refused to yield. Her efforts grew frantic as she tugged and twisted, the fabric’s ornate prison holding fast. The weight of the dress was a relentless force, pinning her to her solitary perch. Desperation clawed at her as she realized the dress was an inseparable part of her now, a magnificent trap that bound her to silence and solitude in the library’s forgotten corner.

Tears streamed down Yuna’s cheeks as she longed for the warmth of her family, lamenting the choice that led to her entrapment within the dress. Time trudged on, and with each passing day, her hope dwindled to a mere flicker. Then, in an unexpected turn of events, a passerby stumbled upon her. Word spread, and soon a crowd convened, yet no one could devise a way to liberate her from the dress, despite the deployment of heavy machinery. In a last-ditch effort, they dismantled the wall, hoisted Yuna—still encased in the dress—onto a truck, and transported her home. Alas, the confines of her family’s dwelling could not accommodate the dress’s grandeur. With no alternatives left, Yuna was relocated to the town hall, resigned to a life enshrouded in her fabric fortress.

A decade has passed, and Yuna has adapted to life within the dress. Although the dress’s vastness restricts her mobility, confining her career options, it hasn’t constrained her spirit or intellect. Externally, she remains youthful, untouched by the passage of time. Internally, she has flourished; her mind has been nourished by countless books, culminating in a doctoral degree and a reputation as a learned individual.

Yuna’s entrepreneurial spirit gave rise to a thriving business, not hindered by the physical bounds of her attire. With the revenue generated, she employs a dedicated team and specialized equipment to facilitate her relocation as needed. Yet, for all her intelligence and resourcefulness, the enigma of how to remove the dress persists. It remains an unanswered question, perhaps destined to be her lifelong companion.

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Description
★★ A side-story based on the settings of "The Library" ★★

Yuna had grown up in a humble family from a young age. She shared a cramped, small house with her family members, where her brothers and sisters were perpetually noisy. As summer vacation began, coinciding with the approach of her university entrance exams, Yuna attempted to study at home in the mornings. However, the clamor from her siblings made concentration impossible. Her pleas for quiet only sparked conflicts, leading her parents to blame her.

Seeking solace, she took her books to the library, yearning for a quieter study environment. Despite the holiday season, the library was tranquil. An elderly librarian greeted her at the entrance, seemingly perceptive to her needs, and inquired, “Do you truly desire a quiet place to study?” Yuna nodded in affirmation.

The librarian then led her to a secluded corner, revealing a sight that left Yuna astounded—a colossal, extravagant dress that seemed to defy reality. Its enormity rivaled that of a two-story building, with countless layers of fabric and petticoats piling atop one another. This fabric mountain formed a dome-shaped silhouette, supporting the structure of the massive gown, which was so heavy it seemed implausible.

“Ascend there, and you shall find your peace,” the librarian suggested. Initially hesitant, Yuna realized she had never owned a fine garment; her wardrobe consisted solely of second-hand clothes, often subjecting her to ridicule. Seizing the moment to feel like royalty, she consented.

Due to the dress’s size, they climbed a ladder to its apex. Yuna then slipped into the gown through an opening, with the librarian assisting in securing the dress, ensuring it wouldn’t come undone. Yuna was now formally attired in the dress.

“Enjoy your solitude,” the librarian said, withdrawing the ladder and departing. Alone, Yuna felt the gown’s heft yet also its unexpected comfort. The layers of soft fabric tightly enveloped her lower half, and her elevated position afforded her the quietude she sought, free from disturbances.

She spent the day enveloped in the vast, yet cozy dress, immersed in her books.

As the shadows lengthened and the library’s light waned to a dim glow, Yuna’s sense of urgency grew. The librarian had vanished, and her calls echoed unanswered through the empty halls. A creeping panic set in; the vast dress was her gilded cage, magnificent yet immobilizing. The thought of descending from the towering dress without the ladder was a daunting prospect, each ruffle and layer a potential precipice.

Determined to free herself, Yuna grappled with the dress, her fingers searching for a seam or closure. But the fabric seemed to merge with her skin, an unyielding second epidermis that refused to yield. Her efforts grew frantic as she tugged and twisted, the fabric’s ornate prison holding fast. The weight of the dress was a relentless force, pinning her to her solitary perch. Desperation clawed at her as she realized the dress was an inseparable part of her now, a magnificent trap that bound her to silence and solitude in the library’s forgotten corner.

Tears streamed down Yuna’s cheeks as she longed for the warmth of her family, lamenting the choice that led to her entrapment within the dress. Time trudged on, and with each passing day, her hope dwindled to a mere flicker. Then, in an unexpected turn of events, a passerby stumbled upon her. Word spread, and soon a crowd convened, yet no one could devise a way to liberate her from the dress, despite the deployment of heavy machinery. In a last-ditch effort, they dismantled the wall, hoisted Yuna—still encased in the dress—onto a truck, and transported her home. Alas, the confines of her family’s dwelling could not accommodate the dress’s grandeur. With no alternatives left, Yuna was relocated to the town hall, resigned to a life enshrouded in her fabric fortress.

A decade has passed, and Yuna has adapted to life within the dress. Although the dress’s vastness restricts her mobility, confining her career options, it hasn’t constrained her spirit or intellect. Externally, she remains youthful, untouched by the passage of time. Internally, she has flourished; her mind has been nourished by countless books, culminating in a doctoral degree and a reputation as a learned individual.

Yuna’s entrepreneurial spirit gave rise to a thriving business, not hindered by the physical bounds of her attire. With the revenue generated, she employs a dedicated team and specialized equipment to facilitate her relocation as needed. Yet, for all her intelligence and resourcefulness, the enigma of how to remove the dress persists. It remains an unanswered question, perhaps destined to be her lifelong companion.

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★SEE THE FULL SERIES IN THE GALLERY★
[Full List] The Library | DeviantArt
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