The Library That Vanished

Every city has its secrets, but in the heart of Old Merin, there was one everyone chose to forget — a library that only appeared during a full moon, and only to those who were lost.

Amara, a young girl with a map of the stars tattooed across her mind, stumbled into it one cloudy night. She wasn’t looking for books — she was looking for answers. Her brother had vanished a year ago, whispering something about “a place where stories write themselves.”

The library stood tall, though no streets led to it. Its doors creaked open without touch. Inside, books floated, rearranged themselves, and whispered in ancient tongues. One book opened as she approached — the pages were blank, but words began forming:

"He is here, between pages of forgotten time."

She followed glowing footprints made of ink, past shelves of memories, until she reached a staircase that descended into silence. There, she found him — not older, not younger, just... unchanged. Reading. Waiting.

"I couldn’t leave," he said. "The story wasn’t finished."

So Amara stayed. And they wrote their story together. A story that only appeared to those who were truly lost — and truly searching.

At sunrise, the library vanished again, leaving behind nothing but a single sentence etched into the cobblestones:

“Some stories don’t want to be found — they want to find you.”