Beauty and Fate
Sunlight shone through the window like a blade of heat, roasting the bound leather and filling the room with a scent of freshly printed pages. The smell only a library would be so lucky to exude. A slight breeze rustled the brown curtains as they danced across the olivewood floor. It tapped the hanging chimes; they met their fate and began to sing as they brushed against each other. A sound of peace and harmony. The workings of the wind.
