Happy to have ordered this one and it has exceeded my expectations.

Artist:  ametat42
Original/artist's version: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41541924/
Type: Pixel Scene

P.S. This commission was also my attempt at semiotics however even with the story given, the context may still be lacking.

Here's the crude story that I was trying to make for this one:

"Past the shelf. Old Oysters & Elegant Vipers."
The very same words had echoed through my mind, it is as if they were just spoken to me by a familiar friend. Past these halls they are the only entity that comes to mind, a serpentous being with two claws and a body close to the pulsating gel-tarps or even the odorless unseen.

Before the memory could finish piecing itself together, it is overwhelmed by a sensation of comfort and zeal. It was the first shelf, reaching out with a sensation of comfort and zeal as if I had never went past the shimmering plane...

As I got closer, a glaive was embedded into the wood with a description accompanying it:
"AQUA ET ANIMIS"

Perhaps it has been too long as it is just a memory. Sunlight and salt.

Marching forward with my new-found zeal, everything paused as it caught my eye looking up. A statue of stone that looked very close to the same being who had lead me to these archives. It has a dismissive gaze and waits constantly, frozen in time as if judging me. Below them, appeared to be a book made out of stone with text chiseled in:
"SIC ITUR AD ASTRA"

Upon further examination, an outline... a shape had laid at the base of the shelf. Almost a blur to me while this veil breaks up my visage however my lantern started to reflect off of the outline. Moving in closer, my sight became soaked with a red as if the burning shores had returned but to my surprise it was an opening with in the shelf. It seems to reach out indefinitely and looking through the veil it is taking a form I cannot understand. To my delusion, I tried to lift the veil off my face and witness it with my own eyes to be met with a searing pain and all became a crimson red before I let go of the cloth and everything returned to as it was... an abyss in front of me.

Lowering the lantern, the light grew dim and I returned to look up to see the shadow of the statue grow bigger. Clutching my partizan and laying the base of it down onto the floor, I whispered to it: Old Oysters & Elegant Vipers. The statue hadn't moved or made any response but a sound echoed across, grinding and clashing had passed.

Looking around quickly, only to find nothing had changed but the shelf close by had started emanating some kind of fog. There was no scent to it but then a crackle as if the sky had broken itself forced my gaze to see an ominous fog that sparked and constantly consumed its own light fading back into some kind of ooze. Below this fog, laid a statue and looking at it alone had caused everything to go silent. The cowl of the figure despite all the light sparking from the fog, would just lay dark constantly. Its arms seemed to have laid folded onto one another. Every feeling I had before felt null yet accepting of something in particular.

A sight of green had caught my eye. Something was growing on this shelf, it was a couple of flowers coming out of a skull made of stone sculpted into the unit. Below a ribbon with text inscribed:
"VIVA AB MORTE"
The skull itself had rested on an outline of a pillar and if it was anything similar to the previous shelf then my lantern should dispel the illusion. Another door, though smaller and seems to be constricted by vines that are constantly writhing as if climbing to the skull and wishing to reach out to it.

Gathering thoughts, it dawned upon me that this is the aisle I was looking for since breaching the shimmering plane. There is much to read and a world to leave behind, if anything then I know behind the previous shelf I will find them: The Old Oysters & Elegant Vipers.