Whispers under the library floor

Chapter One: The Trapdoor No One Had Seen

After sunset each day, the silence in Elder Halo Library would grow so deep that it seemed as if the books were whispering secret conversations among themselves.

Ivy never liked silence, but she loved stories. And this library housed thousands of stories that filled her small heart to the brim.

Nothing in this library was digital. The scent of books, wooden shelves, and a clock whose hands had been still for a long time. It was as if time had stopped here.

On a rain-soaked Thursday afternoon, Ivy discovered a trapdoor. While searching for a lost pencil, she noticed a hidden metal handle beneath an old desk.

She pulled open the gap in the floor. Below was a narrow staircase, disappearing into the depths of darkness.

Chapter Two: The Library Beyond Time

Curiosity drew her down.

At first, there was only dust and stone. But then she reached a room that seemed not to belong to the real world. Enormous shelves, countless glimmering books, and in the center, an old leather-bound book imprisoned in a glass case.

Ivy approached the glass.

She whispered softly, "Are you alive?" The book trembled slightly. As if it contained breath.

Suddenly, words appeared in the dust: "Not all stories are written in ink."

Chapter Three: The Writer Who Disappeared

As she placed her hand on the glass, images floated before her eyes—a man with silver eyes, writing stories by candlelight.

He wrote stories that no one dared to publish. Stories about the realm between dreams and death. And as soon as he finished writing the final story, he vanished. Where? Into the pages of the book.

Ivy's throat went dry.

She opened the glass cover. The book felt warm, yet she didn't let go. Something was calling from within.

And she began to read the first line.

Chapter Four: Between Paper and Sky

The floor suddenly melted away.

Opening her eyes, she found herself standing in a magical forest, with trees bathed in moonlight calling her name.

Standing before her was a man—with silver light in his eyes.

"You've come," he said.

"Where am I?" Ivy asked.

"You've entered a story that never ends. Here, people write with dreams. But beware—if you believe too much, you won't be able to return."

Chapter Five: The Decision

He handed her a pen.

"You can stay if you wish. The world above will forget you, but here you will never be alone."

The leaves of the forest resonated—like a heartbeat.

Ivy thought. Her lonely evenings, the times she got lost in the stories she read.

She said slowly, "Perhaps all stories are most beautiful when we can return from them. Because only then do we wish to go back."

The man smiled and said, "Then write your chapter, and wake up."

Epilogue: The Whispers That Remained

Ivy woke to find herself in the library. No trapdoor. No book. It was as if no one knew anything.

But suddenly, opening a book, she saw her own words written on the first page: "Once, beneath the floor of a library, a girl found a story that changed her life."

No one has found the trapdoor since. But Ivy continues to write.

And sometimes, in the breeze, you can still hear— "Not all stories are written in ink."

Question for the Reader:

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