Many are children of the digital age - digital natives. We, too, belong to the generation that have seen smartphones and digital tools force paper toward near-obsolescence. As life on social networks seems to replace real life, as places of encounter slowly disappear, we asked ourselves whether it still made sense to build a… Library. This project emerged where the real and imaginary worlds meet - in the winding streets of Ménilmontant and from within the pages of ‘’The Shadow of the Wind’’ by Carlos Ruiz Zafón. As the writer tells the story of the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, a strange tower “rises from the earth” on abandoned land. The project takes shape, just a few steps from the bustling Rue des Pyrénées, on a site which connects Rue des Cascades to Rue de l’Ermitage, seven meters below. This rising structure becomes the refuge for all those books no longer wanted, their memory is already fading. We chose to create a public space, open to the four winds, for everyone and especially each individual: neighborhood wanderers, colorful tourists, lost schoolchildren, avid readers, and other enchanted souls. To encourage encounters, we divided the building into two parts, connected by a staircase linking the two adjacent streets. On one side stands a café with a terrace, upstairs is an exhibition gallery. From the roof - an extension of the street - a view of Paris unfolds. On the other side is the Library: a place for the mind to drift, and for unexpected meetings to occur. Freedom of movement. For people, and for books alike. These books, once unwanted and long abandoned, have found refuge here. Here, they are not confined to upper floors, not held captive - they move from one hand to another, from one level to the next, following no apparent rules. In this pseudo-labyrinthine space, the visitor - the Sunday reader or the wanderer from the Champ de Mars - roams in search of an object of emotion, of an encounter, of everything… or of nothing at all. Where some volumes pile up, others vanish, leaving behind empty shelves. No matter - what truly counts is that these forgotten pages emerge from oblivion, that they find the light again after so many years spent in darkness. Opening a book. It is through this simple, obvious gesture that the works share their memory and rise from the ocean of shadows. Thus, like the stories they contain, the Library and its metallic façade are in a state of perpetual metamorphosis.