The bookshelf initially appeared to be a mere inset in the wall, but now stretches out into a labyrinthine wealth of book-lined shelves and gentle sconces. A plush armchair sits invitingly to the left, dark leather gleaming in the warm light of the lamp beside it.
A note affixed to the nearest shelf reads: Hovering over a zine will reveal its title, a short blurb, and a link to read it.