As punishment for being an unfaithful, unwise, unhappy and greedy waste of an individual mind, you shall live forever on, tending this Library and all its contents until the end of time. You shall no longer experience the pleasures of a body, but your echo will remain, imprinted amongst the flagstones, for all eternity. And just as this curse was brought upon you by your own selfishness, so shall you grant, to all who enter your doors while the moon is full and bright, their deepest wishes, their most heartfelt desires, with the power you shall have at your disposal. You shall do unto them as was done unto you, in the hope that you may inspire greater wisdom instead of demanding it for yourself. And to any who enter the Library you shall give whatever knowledge they request and answer their most pressing questions with the unending rows upon rows of pages of which you shall be the keeper. Finally, as a reminder of your most unforgivable sin, five words shall be inscribed over the Library's great entrance, so you will not ever forget why you must be imprisoned. And imprisoned you will be, confined to the Library and its grounds until the fabric of the universe itself is torn apart; and even if by some chance you manage to escape into the lucky embrace of death you shall be called back again and again 'til your sentence is served.
I am granted the freedom to travel the grounds of what I have come to call my Library, but I rarely ever do. The terms of the curse were spoken true, and I cannot bear to see those five words carved into the wall:
This is where tragedy begins.