There was a girl in a library, she was reading a fantasy story. The place was full but silent . It happens sometimes when you read a story, and you feel like it's written for you or it's talking about you in some way. But the girl felt something different, she took a book , as I said , a normal, maybe abandoned fantasy story that no one have ever read before.
Starting from the first line , moving between the posh words of the unknown writer, she found herself between the pages of a story book, the characters, the voice type that the author describes, the manners, from talking to walking, they were all a reflection to herself in the mirror of the literature, written in a perfect language, without missing the finest details about that girl.
She wondered, how can someone write a book in which he talks about me, knowing that nobody will read it except me?
That was "destiny" , each one of us has a book written for him , particular, exactly like our faces or our names or the home we live in.
A fantasy book , with all its wonders, that we must live.
