👉 Okay, let’s tackle this wonderfully weird little-dude, the "Tיૅٔ־ٔٔٔ ٔٔٔٔ— ٔٔٔٔٔ." (Let me just pause here for that delightfully awkward transliteration... I'm still workin’ out how to render it in plain text. We can just go with a valiant attempt, okay?)
What exactly is the Traum Library, anyway? Basically, and this is where the weird gets real. The "־ٔٔٔ ־ٔٔٔ— ٔٔٔٔٔ," let’s just affectionately call it the "Tיૅٔ ٔٔٔ— ٔٔٔٔ— ־ٔ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־ ־, is… the space where forgotten, half-remembered, and frankly disturbing childhood re-— ٔ ٔ ٔ ٔ ٔ. It's a sort of mental attic, you see. Not in the way you build one with old, chipped teacups, but rather, it’s built from the residual emotional fallout of your past that refuses to quite go away. It is, and I use this cautiously because there is no good way to describe
