Defne gently pushed the heavy wooden door of the library, just like she did every morning. The door creaked slightly as always; this sound was no longer disturbing to her, but rather like a familiar greeting.
The moment she stepped inside, the smell of old books surrounded her. That scent—a mixture of dust, paper, and time… For Defne, it was the symbol of a peace she could not find anywhere else.
She took a deep breath.
"Good morning…" she whispered to the empty shelves.
It was as if the library heard her.
She placed her bag in its usual spot and walked toward the windows to open them. As the morning light filtered inside, the shadows between the shelves slowly withdrew.
But at that moment…
Something was different.
Defne stopped.
She slightly frowned.
"Weird…" she murmured.
Everything was in its place… but the feeling inside her had changed.
As if something unseen was watching her.