cute librarian
Unnatural darkness swallowed the light except for a large glowing crystal suspended upon an ancient looking repulsorlift. Something alive floated within luminous golden mist. It did not look human. A writhing nest of tentacles obscured the creature from close inspection. This part of the temple library was forbidden without a master or librarian's supervision. Artifacts imbued by the Force broke down barriers of our galaxy allowing the world between worlds to bleed through. Anomalous paths made it easy to get lost.
Greetings padawans, the alien's thoughts resonated like soothing chimes, I am Librarian Oros. You are each here to atone. Through noble deeds we find balance.
There was no shame in failing to live up to the Jedi Code's highest standards. Failure was the greatest teacher. Master Oros had spent centuries expanding the limits of awareness. Few misdemeanors escaped his notice. With appropriate supervision simple maintenance procedures here in the restricted section could be accomplished at low risk of serious physical harm.
Your first task is simple. Tomes animated by so much raw psychic energy have escaped containment. Recapture them without damaging the spines, if possible.
Pages flapped like wings somehow keeping aloft. None looked eager to surrender the joy of flight for some dusty old shelf. One or two forbidden texts might even be able to defend themselves.