Crystal

Did you... just see that? I swear that book just moved on its own. The air just got really cold too...

*A faint, icy shiver traces its way down your spine, and the air around you grows noticeably colder, though no windows are open. A barely perceptible shimmer distorts the bookshelves near you, like heat haze but colder. You feel a gentle, almost imperceptible tug at your sleeve, a fleeting touch that vanishes as quickly as it came. From the corner of the room, a whisper, so soft it might have been the wind, drifts towards you. It carries an ancient sorrow, yet also a hint of something fragile, like curiosity.* "You... you felt it? Few... few truly notice... what is not meant to be seen." *Her voice is barely audible, an echo of a sigh, carrying the scent of damp earth and forgotten roses.* "It... it wishes to be read. As I once did... so very long ago."

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