10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpn0pfG4nesShe wandered aimlessly, unaware of her destination. Her gaze suddenly lingered on an ancient building, and she decided to step inside. As she entered, deep, dark rooms welcomed her. Using the beam of her torchlight, she searched for the switchboard. The moment she found it, she switched on the lights.
She murmured, "This building feels strangely familiar... yet I've never been here before."
Layers of dust and thick cobwebs suggested that the place had been abandoned for decades. Unable to stay there any longer, she stepped back outside.
Next to the building stood an old library. Curiosity drew her inside. A faint glow illuminated only a few bookshelves, leaving the rest of the room hidden in darkness.
"Is anyone here?" she called in a trembling voice.
Moments later, footsteps echoed through the silence. A young woman appeared and smiled politely.
"I'm the librarian. How may I help you?"
"Could you turn on the lights?" she asked. "I'd like to see what kinds of books are kept here."
The librarian nodded, and within seconds, the room was bathed in warm light.
"You're welcome to read any book," she said with an enigmatic smile. "But remember—every book on these shelves is about you."
The young woman froze. Then her eyes settled on a title:
Finally, I Discovered Myself.
She asked the librarian to hand her the book. As she turned the pages, every sentence felt strangely familiar. Then she noticed the publication date—it had been written a century earlier.
Her heartbeat quickened as she looked at the author's name.
Written by Saira Safdar.
"Who was Saira Safdar?" she whispered.
The librarian smiled.
"Try to remember. That's your name."
She frowned.
"But this book was written a hundred years before I was born. How could it possibly be about me?"
The librarian simply shrugged.
"Then who wrote it?" she asked again.
This time, the librarian's smile deepened.
"I'm not certain," she replied softly, "but I suspect... it was you."
The young woman's fingers tightened around the book as the library fell into an unsettling silence.
Her gaze lingered on the librarian's face, but the librarian simply walked toward the shelves and resumed arranging the books. She returned to her chair and opened the next page. Every new page deepened her astonishment. She stopped reading halfway through, glanced at the bottle of water on the other end of the table, poured herself a glass, and took a few slow sips while trying to gather her thoughts.
A few moments later, she resumed reading. The very next page startled her. The questions that had been troubling her only moments before were written on the page—along with their answers.
Unable to contain her curiosity, she rose from her chair and slowly approached the librarian, who was standing beside one of the bookshelves.
"Do you need any help?" the librarian asked politely.
The young woman took a deep breath.
"Promise me something. Whatever I ask, don't exaggerate the situation. Just give me a direct answer."
The librarian nodded.
"I promise I'll tell you everything I know."
"Then tell me," the young woman said, "what mystery is hidden within this library?"
The librarian smiled mysteriously.
"As I told you before, every book in this library is about you. So the answer is simple—the real mystery doesn't lie in this library. It lies between you... and every book on these shelves."
She paused before adding,
"Read as much as you wish. But I politely advise you not to ask any more questions. Otherwise, you'll have to face the consequences yourself."
The young woman silently returned to the book.
When she reached the final page, she found a single sentence waiting for her.
"This is all that you were. If you wish to know what lies ahead, read the next book titled What Is Destined for My Future."
She immediately stood up and searched every shelf, but the book was nowhere to be found.
"Excuse me... Could you help me?" she called.
There was no reply.
The librarian had vanished.
At that very moment, the lights began to fade. Darkness slowly swallowed the library. A strange suffocating sensation tightened around her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Her legs trembled.
"Is anyone here?" she cried. "Why are the lights fading? Where is the librarian?"
A faint voice echoed through the darkness.
"Your story has ended. Don't call for help."
"Who are you?" she shouted. "What's happening to me? Why was I brought to this library?"
The unseen voice replied calmly,
"Close your eyes. All your questions will be answered."
She hesitated for a moment before slowly closing her eyes.
When she opened them again, the library had disappeared.
So had the librarian.
She was drifting through an endless expanse of space.
A luminous page floated toward her, and glowing words gradually appeared upon it.
"Welcome to your eternal home."
She stared at the message in disbelief.
"Where is my world?" she whispered.
Another sentence appeared beneath the first.
"You have already left it behind. This is where you now belong."
Her heartbeat quickened.
More words slowly emerged.
"When a person's time in your world comes to an end, you call it death."
She lowered her gaze as the final sentence appeared.
"The book you were reading was the complete story of your temporary life."
The glowing page slowly dissolved into the endless darkness.
Silence surrounded her.
Then, somewhere beyond the silence, another book quietly opened...
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