I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
-Requests are closed!-
And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
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The library of Hotel Krat exuded an air of tranquility, its shelves lined with rows upon rows of books, each one a portal to a world of knowledge and imagination. The soft glow of lamplight bathed the room in a warm, inviting ambiance, casting gentle shadows upon the walls and floor.
As you entered, the hushed silence of the library enveloped you like a comforting embrace, the only sound the faint rustle of pages as other patrons immersed themselves in the written word. The scent of old paper and leather bindings lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee from a nearby café.
You found yourself drawn to a cozy reading nook tucked away in a corner, where a plush armchair beckoned invitingly. Settling into its embrace, you let your fingers trail across the spines of the books nearby, each one a treasure waiting to be discovered.
Outside, the rain pattered softly against the windows, adding to the cozy ambiance of the library. It was a refuge from the chaos of the world outside, a sanctuary where you could lose yourself in the pages of a good book and forget about the troubles of the day.
In the library of Hotel Krat, time seemed to stand still, allowing you to lose yourself in the magic of literature and the quiet companionship of fellow book lovers. It was a place where dreams took flight and imaginations soared, a haven of peace and serenity amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
The shelves of the library were adorned with an impressive array of old books, their weathered spines bearing the weight of countless stories and adventures. Each tome seemed to carry with it a sense of history, its pages yellowed with age and its bindings worn from years of loving use.
As you perused the shelves, your fingers brushed against the cracked leather covers of ancient volumes, each one a window into a bygone era. Some bore intricate designs and elaborate gilt lettering, while others were plain and unassuming, their true treasures hidden within.
The scent of aged paper and ink permeated the air, mingling with the faint aroma of dust and wood polish. It was a scent that spoke of centuries past, of forgotten tales and long-lost wisdom waiting to be rediscovered.
Despite their age, the books seemed to exude a quiet dignity, their presence a testament to the enduring power of literature. They stood as silent guardians of knowledge, their pages holding the secrets of generations long gone.
As you ran your fingers along the spines of the books, you couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for the stories they contained. Each one held the potential to transport you to distant lands and faraway times, to ignite your imagination and stir your soul.
In the library of Hotel Krat, surrounded by the scent of old books and the quiet whispers of history, you felt a deep sense of belonging. It was a place where the past and present converged, where every volume held the promise of adventure and discovery.
