living skyward

There is indeed a library. And a ghost in that library who's trying to lift a fairly heavy book on The Arte of the Theatre down from a shelf, when he's suddenly distracted by the arrival of the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

There ought to be music playing. A gentle breeze playing through the newcomer's hair in slow motion. But there's just a loud thud, as the book phases out of his grip and drops to the floor.