The silence is disturbing.
The rooms filled with an unwanted chill that sweeps into the very corners of the room.
Observing everyone who moves and they appear dead.
Even the books seem to speak out in the numbness in this place.
The heaviness of the air crushed my shoulders as I sat in the cold silence.
A breeze sweeps through the area and sends the scent of old novels into me.
The smell was exciting and bitter, giving me a sense of adventure that I long for.
The books take me places of action even in this lifeless room.