Library
Literature hanging from every wall, surrounding where you stand.
Insignificant authors resting beside the most famous publications, a dusty collaboration.
Bright plots, faded covers, new life, ancient horrors.
Ready to be explored, the perfect culprit of harboring imagination.
Always filled with chaotic voices, never silenced by the guardian.
Righted rows of well worn pages, fading letters, forgotten ages.
Yesterday, the present, tomorrow; in this place, time is seamlessly blended.
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