Across The Moon🌙

1.Finder*

"Welcome, sir!" The librarian beamed as I stepped into the dimly lit room. The shelves towered above, their wooden spines bearing the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Dust motes danced in the slanting sunlight that filtered through the stained glass windows.

In the heart of November, the world seemed to hold its breath as winter's first whispers began to weave through the air. The trees, now bare and skeletal, stood as silent sentinels against the pale, overcast sky. Frost kissed the ground each morning, turning fallen leaves into delicate, crystalline mosaics. The days grew shorter, and the nights wrapped the earth in a cold, velvety darkness that invited the warmth of hearth and home. In this quiet transition, nature prepared for the deep slumber of winter, while people bundled in cozy layers, savoring the last moments of autumn's fading glow.

“Are Plato's’ books available?” I asked, my voice echoing in the hallowed silence. Last time I visited, not a single volume by the great philosopher graced these shelves.

The librarian adjusted her spectacles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ah, Plato” she said, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the counter. “A seeker of truth, a gadfly to society. His words have the power to ignite minds or set them adrift.”

I handed her my library card, its edges worn from countless visits. She swiped it with practiced efficiency. “All the books have arrived,” she announced, her voice hushed. “We’ve placed them on shelf twelve, row three.”

I followed her directions, my footsteps muffled by the threadbare carpet. The shelves loomed, their spines a mosaic of faded titles. And there, nestled between Plato and Aristotle, lay the lost scrolls of Socrates.

I pulled out the first book named uncourses and selected writings..
THE REPUBLIC.

The book I needed was finally found. I went and sat on a chair, placing the book on the table in front of me. Looking at the cover, it seemed as if the usage had been corrected again. The once tattered edges were now smooth, and the faded title gleamed with a renewed vibrancy. As I opened it, the familiar scent of aged paper filled the air, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me, knowing that this book held the answers I had been seeking.

I started reading the book,
So basically what is republic.
The Republic is about justice. In this dialogue, Plato undertakes to show what justice is and why it is in each person's best interest to be just, and he does so in both an ethical and a political context.
The events are almost certainly fictional, or semi-fictional. The dramatic context at the beginning of the dialogue (Socrates going to Piraeus) has imagery in the philosophical discussion that unfolds later on.

I was lost in the words of the book, each sentence pulling me deeper into its world. As I turned the next page, my fingers brushed against something unusual.
"What is this?" I murmured, noticing a delicate piece of paper tucked between the pages. It looked like a letter, its edges worn and yellowed with age. My heart raced with curiosity.
"This book had been recovered just last month, and I was the first person to lay eyes on it since."

Carefully, I unfolded the letter, wondering what secrets it might reveal, and who had hidden it here so long ago.

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Hey dear reader!
The wait is over.
Here is my new book.
I know this is very short chapter
But new chapter will upload soon.
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Please let me know that u like the starting of the book or not.
And let me know if u find any mistake.
Author Pearl.