An intersection of worlds
Trembling through the hall of darkness,
a hazy light appeared in the distance.
Each step I took, the more vivid it became,
sparking a sense of hope within me.
I slowly approached the gallery and entered.
A legion of books surrounding me.
I picked one up,
riffled to the first page,
and suddenly dove into a world unfamiliar yet captivating.
The sounds of the outside world dimming,
problems slowly fading,
and chaos dissolving.
The gallery had become my escape from reality,
serving as a heavenly abode.
A place where my soul found peace,
my mind found calmness,
and my body found relaxation.
Diving into a new book each day,
I was taken into a mesmerizing world each time.
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