Tucked into a slanted street corner, the old library has a dark wooden door etched with delicate carvings. Inside, shelves reach the ceiling...

Tucked into a slanted street corner, the old library has a dark wooden door etched with delicate carvings. Inside, shelves reach the ceiling, loaded with the scent of stories, dust, and secrets. Soft yellow light spills gently on the books, as if choosing which tale deserves to be told. The fog reaches ...