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.