Is this really it?

Are those butterflies in your chest because you're excited or nervous?

You look down and there's a book in front of you. Opening it shows the writings of those here before you.

A voice echoes through the tunnels, "You could come to understand me in my library!"

From a different way, somehow the same voice calls, "Or the gallery if that better suits your tastes."

Then from from somewhere in front of you, she speaks, "If you care for the truth, you can continue forward."