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“Some people protect worlds. Some protect memories. But someone must protect the stories that make both worth saving.” 🌌 The infinite library stretched beyond imagination. Shelves rose higher than mountains. Books floated through the air like stars. Millions. Billions. Perhaps trillions. 📖✨📖 Each book contained a life. A memory. A dream. A story. ⸻ Ilyaan stood frozen at the entrance. The silver-haired woman watched him quietly.

With each book returned to its rightful place, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me, a reminder of the joy that could be found in the quiet moments spent lost in a good book. As I reached for the last book, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a beautiful tome hidden between the others. Its cover shimmered with an ethereal glow, adorned with intricate golden filigree and embellished with symbols of ancient power. The crest on its cover depicted a majestic dragon intertwined with delicate vines, its scales gleaming in the soft light of the library. “Wow,” I muttered, brushing my fingers over the book. Intrigued by its beauty, I carefully opened the book, revealing pristine p

I said as I continued to stare at the inside of the library. Termites have infected some shelves and books. The light from outside is seeping through the old, hazy windows that appear to have been taken by the ages. There are a few ruined wooden tables and chairs. The walls are covered in a dreamlike wallpaper design that, despite its age, is attractive to the eyes. A few black and white vintage photographs in frames hang on the empty walls. The photographs show many people, some of whom were reading books inside and outside the library, and some were conversing with each other.

I wander into the library, drawn by the scent of old books and leather. The room is lined with shelves filled with volumes of every shape and size. A massive mahogany desk sits in the center, cluttered with papers, pens, and a half-empty glass of whiskey. I run my fingers along the spines of the books, trying to distract myself from the anxiety gnawing at my insides. Titles like "The Art of War,"

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

Curiously, he keeps staring at the note card on the table. ************* In a large library there are many tall shelves, reaching up to heaven. In-between, there is some rustling, as if someone is turning the pages of some books. In the air, there is also a smell of ink giving off the feel that that person is writing something as well. But, on noticing closer, the weirdest scene one gets to see is of a few books, opened and freely hung up in the air and the pen moving on its own, golden words filling up the pages. Some pages have been filled rapidly while others are being written at a slow pace. A few of the books are tightly closed, while others are not. On the highest shelf, there are two

She mocked. I smirked and just quietly sipped my coffee as she ordered our lunch. I roamed around my eyes and I can see the students chatting with their friends, a group of varsity who are hitting on a beautiful girl and a nerdy students that only know how to face their books and solve mathematical problems. But my eyes stared at the group of students who was holding a book. My brows furrowed as I stared at it. The book cover contains...pictures of some animal. Everything stops when I saw a wolf in the book cover!

Intrigued by the situation, I start picking up the books near me, heading towards the man I imagine to be the librarian. The library floor is made of dark wood, with wide planks that fit together perfectly, forming a harmonious pattern that seems to whisper ancient stories with each step taken. The corridors are wide, allowing one to walk comfortably among the many bookshelves made of wood, two shades lighter than the floor, filled with books that carry centuries of knowledge, even though many now lie on the floor. The library exudes a sense of order, as if the books have chosen to scatter on the floor deliberately, in a momentary act of rebellion.

Standing up from the bed, I dragged my feet to the bookshelf and picked out a history book from there before going to sit on the bed. Opening the book, I almost screamed my lungs out at the image I was welcomed by. There were pictures of wild animals and some were humans with dangerous and scary faces, some had long teeth in their mouths, while some of them had some part of their eyes painted bloodred. I gulped down the lump in my throat, as I flipped the book page by page, checking out the images which getting scarier.