He stepped closed his gaze locking onto her. "I am everything you've ever longed for, hidden in the shadows of your dreams," he whispered, his voice low and deep. "Even if you don't remember, you've always known me. I've been in your dreams, in your...
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Song: Khamoshiyan(lofi) Theme:Dark
Part2
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The library stood before me like a relic from another time-a massive, three-story building with weathered stone walls and arched windows. Vines curled along the cracks in the façade, as if nature had tried to reclaim it but failed. The wooden doors were heavy and intricately carved, giving the place an aura of forgotten grandeur.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the doors open, and they creaked loudly in protest. The moment I stepped inside, the scent of old paper and polished wood enveloped me. The light was dim, filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting strange, colorful patterns on the dusty floor.
A woman approached me from behind a counter-her features calm but sharp. She looked to be in her 30s, with light brown hair neatly tied into a bun and a pair of thin, wire-framed glasses resting on her nose. Her gaze was steady, the kind that seemed to see through you.
"Privet. Chem mogu pomoch? Vy zdes' noven'kiy."(Hello. How can I help you? You look new here). she asked in Russian, her voice smooth and polite.
I gave her a small, polite smile, answering in my best Russian"Da, eto moy pervyy raz zdes'. Prosto interesuyus' etoy bibliotekoy." (Yeah, it's my first time here. I'm just curious about the library.)
She gave me a warm, polite smile. she said, gesturing toward the shelves. "Zdes' knigi, a tam skameyki. Esli budut voprosy, zovite."(Here are the books, and over there are the benches. If you need help finding anything, just call me.) With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me alone to explore.
I drifted toward the shelves, trailing my fingers lightly over the spines of the old books, inhaling the comforting scent of aged paper. The library wasn't crowded, but it wasn't completely empty either-just the right amount of people to make it feel calm and peaceful. There was the occasional sound of a page turning or someone shifting in their chair, but otherwise, the place was serenely quiet.
As I walked deeper into the rows of books, my thoughts drifted to the group I had overheard the day before. Seriously, this is the "haunted" place? I thought, scoffing at the memory of their childish gossip. I mimicked their ominous tone under my breath, "Ooooh, beware of the whispers..." and chuckled softly to myself.
Looking around with amusement, my gaze drifted upward to the ceiling. A massive chandelier hung above the center of the library, its intricate design reminiscent of something out of a fantasy novel.
