“Now, niche Intellectus,” he smirked. “It’s a very old niche and with much power. The center of Umbra secrets, the information center. It quickly seized the arts, were these not instruments of knowledge and secrets caches? Novels, poems, paintings, sculptures, music and even movies. All those prohibited above are here. Those that were managed to be saved from the bonfires, of course.”
The muffled music that came from outside was being distorted on purpose to the delight of the dancing people – if one could call that dancing.
The screen changed, and a green symbol replaced the indigo: