No one spoke of the abandoned library in the heart of town. It had been forgotten by the world, left to gather dust and rot. But Clara had always been curious about it. On a rainy afternoon, she finally decided to go inside. The door creaked open, revealing a labyrinth of bookshelves and shadows that seemed to move. As she ventured deeper, she heard it—a whisper, faint but unmistakable.
It wasn’t just the wind. The whisper had a rhythm, a voice calling her name.
. . .
Clara’s curiosity got the better of her, and she followed the sound. The deeper she went, the more the whisper grew in intensity, until it became a chorus of voices. She found herself standing before an old, dust-covered book that seemed to pulse with life. When she touched it, the whisper stopped, and the room fell into an eerie silence.
She opened the book, only to find that the pages were blank—except for a single word, written in the center: Remember.
Suddenly, the library shifted, and she found herself in another time, surrounded by people who didn’t seem to notice her. The whispers returned, louder now, as if they had been waiting for her all along. Clara realized with a chill that she hadn’t stumbled upon a forgotten place—the library had found her.
