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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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