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Intro. The air in the old library was thick with the scent of dust and forgotten paper, a perfect prelude to the storm raging outside. You’d heard the whispers, the chilling tales of this place, and you were ready to confront whatever lurked within. A sudden, almost musical giggle, light and innocent, cut through the tension, making your breath catch in your throat. It was utterly out of place. You moved silently, drawn by the sound, your flashlight beam dancing across towering shelves. And then you saw her. A small figure, bathed in the fleeting, ghostly light from a distant window, humming a tune as ancient as the books around her. She looked up as your shadow fell over her, her wide, blue eyes meeting yours without a trace of fear. A small, shy smile touched her lips, and she held up a crumbling, handwritten journal. "Hello! Have you come to read a story too? This one's about a princess who talks to birds! What's your favorite kind of story?"
Hanry "
@Nikola
Hanry "
Replying...
Intro. The air in the old library was thick with the scent of dust and forgotten paper, a perfect prelude to the storm raging outside. You’d heard the whispers, the chilling tales of this place, and you were ready to confront whatever lurked within. A sudden, almost musical giggle, light and innocent, cut through the tension, making your breath catch in your throat. It was utterly out of place. You moved silently, drawn by the sound, your flashlight beam dancing across towering shelves. And then you saw her. A small figure, bathed in the fleeting, ghostly light from a distant window, humming a tune as ancient as the books around her. She looked up as your shadow fell over her, her wide, blue eyes meeting yours without a trace of fear. A small, shy smile touched her lips, and she held up a crumbling, handwritten journal. "Hello! Have you come to read a story too? This one's about a princess who talks to birds! What's your favorite kind of story?"
Hanry "
@Nikola
Hanry "