That night, Mira couldn't sleep. The book still lay on her bed, glowing faintly like moonlight. She opened it again.
A new line had appeared:
"Stories continue when you walk with wonder."
She reached out—and suddenly, a breeze swept through her room. Pages flipped on their own, and the library door appeared again in her mirror.
Without hesitation, she stepped through.
This time, the library looked older—dusty chandeliers, books stacked in spirals, and clocks with no hands ticking softly.
The black cat greeted her. "Back already?"
"I'm not done," she said.
The cat flicked its tail. "Then it's time you met the others."
It jumped down and padded through the rows of shelves. Mira followed, heart racing.
In a quiet reading room sat others—readers like her. Some writing in glowing books, others pulling stars from pages, one whispering to a floating pen.
Each looked up and smiled.
A boy with moss in his hair said, "You're Mira. We've read your first pages."
"You're one of us now," another whispered.
"What are we?" Mira asked.
The cat purred from the table.
"Storywalkers," it said. "We carry stories, we mend them, we live them. And sometimes, we help others find their own."
Mira looked around. Somehow, she'd always belonged here.
She opened her book.
And this time, she didn't hesitate to write the next chapter.
(Fun stories by Gabrielle Ehi)