Leticia haunts📚the Library 📕📓

They say the moon accompanies her at nights amongst the books. Swathed in pure white...she mutters to herself, still attending to her duties.

Her hair is the color of pure snow, flowing...gathering at her feet. Wisps of hair dances in eerie motion around her, though no earthly wind blows.

A wistfully beautiful, enigmatic mystery...And every night, Rafel peeks in-between the bookshelves to watch her.

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Leticia was the quiet pulse of the town’s library. Every morning, she unlocked the library with a tenderness, like reverence, not routine. Her fingertips knew the edges of poetry books, and her soft humming accompanied the reshelving of books.

Her kindness didn't clamor, it resonated...she remembered everyone's name, favorite genres, and which book helped through a difficult time...even when they didn’t say it aloud.

For the children, tales don’t just come alive - they performed. She gave dragons wisdom and grandmothers wings.

Leticia - a quiet rebellion...discreetly slipping banned fairytales under tables during exam week. She believed curiosity deserved companionship.

~~Thursday afternoon, is the lantern ceremony - with stacks of “odd books to transport the soul”. No one knows how she picked them, but they arrived when needed. As if their sly librarian had magical powers.

Ms. Gray was threaded curls pinned by ink-stained pencils and a floral scarf. She listened to stories - Her glasses a constellation of faint scratches...each one, she joked...earned from an adventure with a particularly unruly paperback.

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In a dark corner of the Leticia Gray Library...she walks the isles. A legend who still searches for a special book, yet never finds it.

Upon the wall hangs a portrait which splits in pixel lines when she moans or cries...her face melting whenever she passes by her likeness.

The ghostly librarian glides between shelves...and the air sparks with a quiet resonance of untold stories.

Rafel had secretly loved her in life...but was never brave enough to ask her out...and so he watched sadly. Now he imagines the possibilities if only he had not waited..

If Leticia knew of his presence, she did not flinch at his intrusion upon her reverie.

At nights, when she visited, the characters inside her portrait shifted, walking the corridors between the shelves...It became a Harry Potter-like short movie scene...keeping the once vibrant soul reliving her life...maybe unaware that she had died.

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Geana, the new librarian heard the story. The building had been closed for a week after the accident, while the new digital portrait was installed in a memoriam to the beloved Leticia.

Poor Leticia who had suffered from dizziness her entire life - had been working in the library after work, stacking books on a high shelf...fell and hit her head. A dark morning dawned, when the traumatized junior librarian found her lying motionless, a pool of blood around her head.

Oh, how the town mourned for their beloved Ms. Gray. Still keeping watch over her books.

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