Light For Books Novels & Stories

Ruben strode comfortably towards the door with a silvery knob and pushed it open. Luuk was met with the biggest and most luxurious private library he had ever seen. He had imagined the shelves to be made of brown wood but instead, they were made of glass. The tacky common ladder designs were absent and instead, a silver plated strong looking machinery with platforms was installed below the shelf. At a glance, Luuk could tell the machinery was one that lifted people off the ground, to the direction and height they desire with an automobile robot assistant to move the books around. He had seen it in a video once but never in real life.

"I will start the scan of the book to the Index." Susan announced and ran the command. The crystalline pyramids in the vertices shined for some seconds and shot beams of light to its neighbours, drawing with it the edges of the rectangular box that make the library room. In the system's monitor, a window appeared showing a progress bar, an elapsed time display, an estimated time left display and a counter of books scanned. The counter in the last one was growing by the second and could be read '154 books of 16248 books scanned'.

The shelves extended toward the back of the library, creating narrow, maze-like walkways that invited the urge for exploration. The floor was made of smooth, polished stone in different shades of gray, reflecting the soft light that filtered in through large, arched windows along the walls. These windows were framed with heavy, dark gray curtains that could be drawn to create a cozier, more suitable reading environment. At the center of the library was a large reading area, furnished with deep, comfortable chairs adorned in a charcoal gray fabric. Low tables made of the same dark gray wood as the entrance door were scattered around, each holding a small lamp with a soft, warm glow that provi

The bookcases are unlike any I've seen. They're filled with leatherbound books, but behind them are other things: sculptures, paintings, strange trinkets, maps. I want to touch each and every detail, but this place feels too much like a museum. Brush against one thing and an alarm will go off. The books themselves seem to glow with a strange light. I rub my tired eyes, realizing the weird light I'm seeing must be from looking at my textbooks all day and barely sleeping last night. "This is incredible," I say.

The air held a scent that was both musty and rich, a fragrance that spoke of countless hours spent poring over these texts, seeking enlightenment and mastery. The shelves themselves were made of a dark, polished wood that gleamed softly in the ambient light. The room was illuminated by the warm, golden light that emanated from ornate chandeliers hanging at regular intervals from the ceiling. The light cast a soft glow over the spines of the books, creating an inviting ambience that beckoned Danial to explore further.

And why had he chosen this place to do it? As I step further into the library, I am enveloped in a warm and welcoming atmosphere. The soft glow of the light bulbs above casts a comforting radiance, illuminating the rows of books that line the shelves. The air is thick with the musty scent of paper and knowledge, and the gentle hum of whispered conversations and rustling pages creates a soothing background noise.

Books stood beside one section in a heap. Where did all those books come from? The lights lining the edges of the shelves were off. Doris left her side to flip a switch, and all of them came on. The gold hue of the lights reflected on the maroon rug. In the centre of the room were beige couches tucked so close to form a circle.

Others were filled with books bound in white leather, adorned with intricate gold filigree. The doppelganger seemed to sense my curiosity. "The books are arranged according to their subject matter," it explained. "The black books contain knowledge of the dark arts, while the white books contain knowledge of the light arts." I nodded, my mind racing with questions. What were the dark arts? And what were the light arts? As we reached the far end of the library, the doppelganger stopped in front of a large, ornate door. The door was adorned with intricate carvings of symbols and patterns that seemed to dance across its surface.

Sloane didn't move— just pressed closer. Her forehead against his chest, her face hot and wet with tears. "Turn on... the light. Please..." Lennox's hand reached to the nightstand, and with one motion, clicked the lamp on. It wasn't bright— just a warm, soft glow. The kind of light that belonged in the corner of a childhood home, after a bad dream. The shadows melted into a quiet amber haze, blurring the sharp edges of the night. Sloane squinted at the sudden light,

"Announce to the world that you're sneaking into the archive." ‎ ‎Thankfully I didn't hear any footsteps, everywhere was still silent. ‎ ‎I resume my browsing, searching for a name or familiar symbol that'll catch my eyes. ‎ ‎The dim lighting was doing a poor job of illuminating the place, I can barely see the titles of most books. ‎ ‎I pull out my phone, using the flashlight to see properly. ‎