I don't even remember when I fell asleep with Mary in my arms. One moment I was holding her close, feeling her warmth, and the next thing I knew… I was no longer in my room.
Instead, I found myself inside the world of books once again.
To be more exact, I was standing on the first floor of the mysterious tower—the one filled with endless shelves stretching so high and far that my eyes couldn't find the end. Rows upon rows of books surrounded me, each one quietly waiting, as if guarding secrets that only I could uncover.
But something was different this time.
Right beside me stood a shelf that did not look like the others. While the rest of the shelves were uniform and seemed to vanish into infinity, this one was shorter, more distinct, and it immediately drew my attention.
