Chapter Sixteen

Lost in contemplation, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the library, rustling the pages of the book I held in my hands. I looked up, puzzled, searching for the source of this unexplained force. The wind danced and twirled, a mischievous sprite teasing the edges of my curiosity.

As the pages fluttered and threatened to escape my grasp, I desperately clung to them, fearing the loss of the precious knowledge they held. But the wind was relentless, merciless in its determination to snatch the words from my fingertips. With a final defiant flourish, the pages slipped free, descending towards the ground like confetti at a forgotten celebration.

Heart pounding, I bent down to retrieve the fallen book, my mind still reeling from the profound revelations I had just absorbed. Yet, as I reached out, ready to reclaim the weighty tome, my eyes widened in astonishment. Standing before me was a figure, a silhouette cast in the flickering shadows of the library's dimly lit corners.

His presence