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Did I dream it, imagine it? the beauty of a ghost? what kind of whim is this? an illusion, I can't sleep, or am I daydreaming while awake? it's her again, gliding, invisible, transparent, yet still beautiful! beautiful, right? her silks are ephemeral, illusory, flowing in waves behind her, reigning in space arrogantly, superbly, sometimes disappearing as if into memory, only to reappear moments later in a form now visible, but elusive, to the eye, moving along the shelves of ancient books, only the flickering candlelight in the dimness from the bronze candelabrum, the sole source of light, marking her presence, casting reflections on the walls, creating a mood of soul agitation, to the ceiling, and to the narrow staircase, mysteriously arching upwards, to where the secret door hides the world from which she appears, disturbing my peace, sparking thoughts about the perfection of the spirit, searching for the lost book of books, her beauty, in its unknowable phantom nature, captivates, initially frightening, and one can never get used to it.
A vertical full shot shows a translucent, greyish-blue ghost of a woman floating sideways through the air between a large wooden bookcase and a wooden table with a brass candelabra on it, while the background reveals stone stairs and a white glowing window. The translucent ghost of the woman has a pale, sorrowful face, wearing a long-sleeved, low-cut, floor-length silk dress in a slate grey color that billows around her legs as she glides effortlessly through the air. The long sleeves are made of the same sheer material, clinging to her arms as she reaches slightly forward with her right hand. The wooden bookcase takes up the entire left side of the frame, filled to the brim with old, antique books, scrolls, and manuscripts. The books are bound in leather with gold lettering and decorative spines, stacked horizontally and vertically, with some protruding out of the shelves. A few scrolls made of parchment paper are rolled up and tied with string, resting on the shelves among the books. The candelabra, made of brass with intricate details, stands on the wooden table, which is polished and reflects the warm, flickering candlelight. The three candles are lit, casting a soft, yellow glow on the
