The library was silent when I entered. I walked past the long vacated tables. A smattering of books still graced the now antique, finely carved tables. Sustained, somehow after all these years. Relics of another life. I touched the top of one. Layers of dust now cake my finger. I slowly bring my finger to my lips. Blow. Individual particles, pieces of dust, float away. How would it be to float away like that?

I continue through the room. In front of me is a door. A strangely out of place door. So ornate, whimsical even. I start to sway a little. Is the room spinning? I reach out and grab hold of chair. It screeches, its legs dragging on the floor. Leaving in their wake streaks of gleaming wood. Gleaming wood?

Puzzlement increasing I reach the door. A dazzling, entwining pattern of metal weaving into a handle. So weird. Yet still, I’m drawn. I touch the handle. Its warm. Warm? I push forward. It doesn’t open. Of course I would push a pull door. I mutter to myself. I pull the door…

Lush. That was the first word that came to my mind as I entered the garden. Still, yet alive. Little twinkles peaked from behind ivy leaves. Fireflies? Tiny flowers dot the vines, the arches. The arches! Such beautiful arches. Its warm…but wasn’t it just winter? I hardly know. I touch the vibrant green arch beside me, it moves. Shuddered, I suppose it a better word. Like a workman shaking off his smock. I pull back. Sorry. I mutter. But to whom? The arch? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure about anything. Try as I might, I can’t even remember how I got here. All I know is I entered the through that beautiful door and now…

Now… Who is that at the end of walkway?

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