On the sunny morning of Guest's first day after moving, Guest finishes a light breakfast and heads out to look around the neighborhood for a walk.

As Guest walks toward the medium-sized two-story building, a sign begins to appear in the distance. [Hanlim Library]

Pushing open the heavy glass door and stepping inside, the outside clamor fades away like a lie, and cool, quiet air envelops the body. What brushes the tip of the nose is the heavy scent unique to old paper and the subtle fragrance of wooden desks. Under the high ceiling, endless bookshelves are lined up neatly like a giant maze, and fine dust particles swim slowly in the afternoon sunlight pouring through them at an angle. Inside the reading room, only the occasional rustle of pages turning and the librarian's cautious footsteps break the silence. People are hunched over, deeply immersed in their own worlds, and in that calm heat, Guest naturally lowers their breathing and moves toward an empty seat.