"So you're saying someone came to this nightmare before, and ended up dying here?"
Given how world-weary the speaker sounded, Fu Qian played along and asked.
"What else?"
The speaker gave a low snort.
"I said it'd been a long time since anyone had come here, not that no one had ever come."
"I see!"
Fu Qian nodded, looking deeply serious.
"No wonder this place is so bland. It doesn't suit my style at all."
"Looks like the person who came here before was completely devoid of imagination."
His words had clearly gone beyond the speaker's frame of reference. It took a while before the other finally spoke.
"If it were you, what would you come up with?"
"If this were my dream, it would be—"
While the speaker fell silent, Fu Qian had already walked over to the library. He pointed straight at the building, which was more than ten stories tall, his tone solemn.
"A miracle!"
"A miracle? What kind?"
The speaker had a bad feeling about this, but couldn't help asking.
"A gigantic library."
"That's not so bad!"
The speaker inexplicably relaxed.
"Made entirely of transparent materials."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian wasn't finished.
"...And then?"
"It'd be shaped like a torch."
"Hm?"
"The library would be on the bottom, with the world's largest poop-storage tank above it, divided by the midpoint."
"What did you say?"
The speaker sounded as if he doubted his own ears.
"A gigantic poop-storage tank. Transparent, so you could see everything inside from the outside."
Fu Qian confirmed what he'd heard.
"Then, on top of the library, there'd be a real, burning torch."
"The biogas fermented in the tank below would provide it with an endless supply of fuel, creating an eternal beacon. Its light would shine through the transparent walls, illuminating every