Shadow_dark1916
Imagine a hidden, foggy forest with towering aged trees that create paths of brawling branches and crawling vegetable tendrils. In the middle of this enigmatic jungle grows a massive, very old oak tree whose roots look like knotted fingers of a huge person. Nestled in these roots is a wooden door that seems invisible due to the many coats of green moss on it blending it into the environment just as well as leaves on trees blend together.
Beside the door, Elara stands while clutching her lantern as it intermittently produces warm lighting. Her expression contains a mix of resolve and amazement because she plans to uncover hidden things behind that door. As the door opens creakingly there is revealed before one's eyes winding stairs spiraling down to earth where air cools off and magic becomes denser than before.
Further below, in vast underground chamber are shelves so tall they disappear into blackness. Every book gives off a low mysterious light; turning their pages expose glistening maps, ancient charms, and stories about heroes who have been forgotten long ago. Furthermore, Elara's feelings seem to be having an effect on library itself: her excitement makes books shine brighter while her terror reduces their intensity.
After nightfall, the enchanted library slowly fades away waving goodbye through its doors while Elara ascends up those stairs disengaging from wonders in her mind as she gets out through closing yet gentle barrier which separates between the quiet forest and her village that she walks back to having gained knowledge coupled with awe inside herself.