Arwa sat at her desk, the warm glow of the lamp reflecting on the pages of the thick mythology book before her. Her fingers traced the ancient letters as she whispered aloud, almost to herself.
"Wow… German mythology is amazing," she said softly. "It's not just fairy tales… it's also terrifying sometimes. I love reading it so much. I wish I could see it all, really live in those times."
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning over the stories of knights, elemental spirits, and secret treasures hidden in castles along the Rhine. "I'm a mythologist student… I've always wanted to understand every detail, every legend. If only I had been born in old Germany… just to witness it all firsthand."
Her lips moved, forming a quiet prayer. "Universe… hear me… please… let me… travel back in time. Let me live in the world I read about, even for just a little while."
Hours passed unnoticed. Her eyes grew heavy as she continued reading, the soft scratch of the pen and the rustle of pages mixing with the distant hum of the library. Her head drooped. Her eyelids closed.
The book slipped slightly from her hands.