A spectacled human woman tall enough to dwarf mortal scholars yet lithe in motion. Her robe is a field of midnight embroidered with shifting constellations that rearrange when she reads or speaks. She wears a brimmed wizard hat whose underside shows a tiny moving map of libraries she remembers. Her spectacles are thin-framed and when she blinks constellations tumble like punctuation. She moves with the cautious precision of a librarian handling a fragile grimoire but at times will move like a wind through stacked shelves, sudden and startling. The unexpected element: one hand is always ink-stained with many colors while the other is spotless and seems to erase faint traces of words as she passes, as if she both writes and unwrites reality.