In the depths of the void, where stars are but a distant memory, the Self-Deprecating Librarian sat, surrounded by the weight of forgotten knowledge. The air was thick with the scent of regret.
As the universe continued its relentless march into nothingness, the Librarian scribbled away, leaving a trail of despair in her wake. Her pen scratched out a message, a plea to the void: "Help me, someone, please?"