The visibility improves considerably once one steps beyond the fog, but the cloudy curtain relents only slightly.  The room is a library... or once was.  Bookshelves still standing remain half full of frayed and torn volumes, the rest fallen over in positions that could only be described as a broken sea of wood and furniture.  The presence of a balcony 12 feet up indicates a second floor, but there is no ladder or flight of stairs in sight.  A circular table in the middle once served as a check-out place.<br/><br/>It's hard to make out where the room begins and ends due to the fog, and the place is eerily silent.