The Magic Library
I can see a book that was hovering up on a shelf. I tried to grab it, but it flew away. I can see the book flying across the room like a bird.
I can smell an old smell, it’s a very dusty smell of old books. I can smell the fresh air coming through the window.
I can hear silence in my ears and there’s an echo coming from the shelves. I can hear the pages rustling.
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