It's dusk. 

Time is easily lost track of in the tunnels, of course, but by the schedule I 
kept, I left in the middle of the night. How could it be dusk now, wherever 
I've ended up? How long have I spent in travel? 

And then I realize, in a sudden burst of logical thought, what's going on. 

*Forgotten all my reading already? Where He lives -- I forget the name of the 
plane, but it's not important -- it's always dusk. Always dusk or always 
dawn, and it would be dusk for me, wouldn't it be? So this is it.* 

Now that I know, it's so obvious that I can notice all the little signs I'd 
missed before -- the slight shadows of the scattered trees that blended in 
with the sky, the humid near-wilderness air, the barely outlined path I stand 
on, and the chitterings and calling of the beasts that hunt at dusk on the 
plane. I can almost feel the animal eyes staring at me, the alien presence, 
and I hasten along the path. Who knows where it leads, but it must lead 
somewhere. Why blaze a trail to go nowhere? 

By the time the path opens into the clearing, I'm beginning to question the 
point. This is a wild place; I could just be following some sort of predator 
trail that will take me deeper into the forest... but my train of thought is 
broken as soon as I see the Library. 

The sight is like nothing my training could have ever have prepared me for. 
It is huge, seemingly everywhere, with thousands of windows displaying 
candles flickering against the darkness outside. Just inside those windows, 
I can see the outlines of the Library's petitioners, human sages carrying out 
their precious work even in the middle of the Beastlands. I learned long ago 
that one day I would join them in your work -- but this is not the time. It 
*cannot* be the time... 

And then, there is the voice. 

It is at once completely strange and passionately familiar, gentle and 
powerful, everywhere and nowhere. It is everything I fear and one of the few 
things keeping me alive for the last ten years. And, now that it has deigned 
to speak to me, its message is more simple than I could have imagined: 

"Oh, good, you're here. Why don't you come in? I've been waiting for you to 
arrive..." 

-- How did I get to the door of the Library? But it doesn't matter; I am there. 
I reach up to the latch, open the door, and enter the most sacred place I will 
ever know. 

The dusk is left behind me.