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... its for sound, but the kind that remembers it.
Before me stretched an ocean of shelves suspended in midair—an impossible labyrinth spiraling upward and downward into infinity. Each shelf shimmered faintly, filled with transparent books that pulsed like quiet hearts.
The titles changed every few seconds, flickering between languages I didn’t know and names that might’ve been real once.
Some glowed.Most didn’t.
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