Pristine.
I walked the quiet pristine halls with mild joy and vigor. Today, I may find something new. I passed quarters. I passed volumes. No new story am I sure. I walked the quiet pristine halls with curiosity and wonder. Here, there is something strange. Among the many books, one says my name. I walked the many pristine halls for ages now, and here this book, it says something new. The first line is curious, and familiar too: "I walked the quiet pristine halls with mild joy and vigor. Today I may find something new." Words of course which make me shiver. I walked the quiet pristine halls with mild joy and vigor. And now, I think, I walk no more.