Close your eyes. Breathe in deeply the ancient smell, the scent of timeworn yet timeless scrolls of magic and wisdom. Taste the leathery musk of something that never was, but always existed...
Listen. Listen, not with your ears, nor with your heart. Leave behind all rationality, all logic and reason. Listen with the brain reptilian, the instincts primeval and primordial. Hear the whispering of leather on leather, wing on wing; then the sighing whoosh of air swept about in eddies and whorls, tumultous as maelstrom, wild as whitewater...
Feel the presence of an ancient magic, something puissant as belief, yet fragile as gossamer. Feel the prickling on your skin as your instincts whisper, "Some things are too majestic, too great for human minds. Run while you can, for the sublime is not for mortals.."
Open your eyes...