The library was quiet, more quiet than usual. There was no rustling of pages, no quiet whispers, no footsteps between the shelves. Smoke hung so thick in the library’s rafters that she could read words in it. Not the words of the book bindings behind it, as one might think, but, oddly enough, actual words made of smoke. A shiver traversed her spine as she read them aloud – if only to break the deafening silence.
“THE TIME HAS COME.”
Glancing around, Shamira found herself wondering the time for what? The library was still and silent as she stood there, considering.
Turning slowly, Shamira began to make her way to the tall front doors, her steps echoing eerily through the abandoned building. As she paused, her heart began racing as she realized – it wasn’t an echo.