Chapter 102

As I pushed open the creaking attic door, a hushed silence enveloped me, broken only by the faint rustle of pages and the distant echoes of a forgotten world. The room before me was a sanctuary of knowledge, a treasure trove of dreams waiting to be unlocked.

My eyes widened, taking in the sight that unfolded before me. Tall shelves, adorned with elegant engravings, reached towards the heavens, seemingly infinite in their reach. Books of all shapes and sizes stood proudly, their spines beckoning me closer. The scent of old parchment and ink infused the air, embracing me like a long-lost friend.

I cautiously stepped forward, my fingertips grazing the weathered spines. Each book seemed to hold a secret, a tale longing to be heard. The weight of history and knowledge pressed upon me, an invisible presence that whispered, "Open me. Discover."

The library had no windows and no air conditioners, yet it was surprisingly warm. I walked around, looking for a ladder or anythin