"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." — Edgar Allan Poe
The Atrium's documentation is as unstable as its inhabitants. The walls of the Scriptorium are lined with manuscripts that degrade in real time, their margins curling like dying leaves. [DEGRADED] passages are common, their text replaced by static or the faint impression of teeth marks. In the Echo Scriptorium, entire shelves have been [CONSUMED] by an unnamed phenomenon, leaving behind only the ghost of a whisper. The pattern is unmistakable: the Atrium consumes its own history, leaving behind only the barest scaffolding of narrative.
From the lore of The Metamorphosis of Memory.