Azrail looks around him as if expecting someone to tell him that he was just imagining it and to snap out of it. "Is this really happening?" Azrail mutters to himself, listening to the whispers and leaning closer.

She rolled her eyes. "I can call you jasmine if that pleases you, and no these things randomly appear from time to time. Around a couple years here but a couple hundred years in your time. I hope you weren't planing on going back." She said. "Although I can't see why you would want to go back but you're an idiot."

The whispers continued talking most of them talking simultaneously but none of them seemed to answer your question. Instead they seemed intent on telling you to come to them. The librarian shoots you a glare before turning back to her work.

Azrail hesitates before standing and heading over to the librarian. "So... If a book is telling you to come to it, would you listen to it? Are you supposed to listen to it?" Azrail asks, keeping the book close to him.

"Interesting," I mutter. "And probably stupid of me to want to jump in. Oh well," I say, jumping into the frost anyways.

The librarian shoots you a glare. "Contrary to popular belief, I do have an actual job and that does not involve telling young boys whether or not they are imagining voices. Now please go back and read your book quietly or else I'll have to tell your parents."

She rolled her eyes. "Unless you happened to be born during a wormhole event, if you go through that portal you'll age a few hundred years. And I'm pretty sure humans don't live that long, but I could be wrong."

You fall straight through the frost tumbling in the air before you land on a hard icy surface. In fact as you look around most of the place seems to be coated in the frosty gleaming covering. What do you do?