Here you are; the heart of the Meteor. Above, the almost-dawn sky shrouds you in a soft darkness--the darkness in the space before dawn, the Moon is full; the gleaming Stars wheel high in the skies, and the watchful Eyes observe your every move. Here you can take a breath, and assay your surroundings.
You stand in the Meteor, a, well, gigantic meteor. Shortly after the fall of the Meteor--dubbed "The Fall," of course--a seaward entrance was carved through the Meteor. Inside, a vast cavern was unearthed, inside this vast cavern, a gleaming thicket of trees--although not exactly. These memory-saplings, little imitations of trees, were found in abundance, carved of a lighter-grey stone than the dark stone of the Meteor, mantled with pink memory-crystals--their leaves. Each of these memory-crystals mantling the trees contain a single inscription; of these inscriptions, each is a word in the language of the Stars, a memory waiting to be remembered.
As for where you are at the moment, you stand on the Coruscating Isle, an isle in the centre of the Meteor, after the excavation into the Meteor caused water to flood into the surface level and deeper still, the isle became water-bound; this would be a detriment if only the Coruscating Bridge--a bridge providing a connection from the isle to the untamed memory-forests--was not built. Overhead, a fracture in the shell of the Meteor allows the light of the Sun, Moon, and the Stars to pour through into the otherwise dimly-lit cavity. Presently, you walk the path that leads to the Library of Echoes, dark, black, stone bricks mark that path that you walk; lined on both sides with crystal-trees, as if they were the epaulettes of the paved path, giving off a soft, dim glow. A little comfort, a respite in the harsh, black stone of the Meteor.
Dawn breaks, the Sun rises; time to move on, now.
Approach the Library