The room was large, yet full to the brim with knowledge and a sense of comfort. Countless bookshelves lined the walls and stood in neat rows, an endless amount of colours decorating the spines of books adorning the shelves. Some books were faded and old, words almost illegible. Others were shiny and new, waiting patiently to be opened and read. The seats dotted around were comfortable, and felt as if you could simply sink into them and escape the stress of the cruel outside world. The room had an aura of safety and nostalgia, as if it were a safe haven in a world of disaster, grief and misery. Warm light was cast from the soft lanterns above and on the walls. There were no windows, yet it wasn't suffocating. Dust sat atop the shelves, a thin and gentle layer only just covering the bright colours of the mahogany wood.
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ᴘᴏᴇᴍs, sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ♡
RastgeleMost of these are old so........ Yea
