In a quaint, dusty bookshop nestled between an antique store and a bustling café, an elderly woman named Edith sorted through a box of rare, leather-bound books
. Her gnarled fingers danced over the spines with a grace that belied their age, as she hummed a tune from decades past. The bell above the door jingled cheerfully,
announcing the entrance of a young girl with wild, curly hair. She looked about the place with wide eyes, taking in the towering bookshelves that threatened to
swallow the room whole.
"You're not going to believe what happened to me last night," Sophie said, her eyes wide with excitement. She leaned in closer to her friend, her voice a
conspiratorial murmur. Her friend, a young man with a scruffy beard and a penchant for wearing flannel, cocked an eyebrow. "What is it, another one of your wild
adventures?" Sophie's cheeks flushed with color. "No, it's not like that. It's... weird. I had this dream, right? And in it, I was flying over a city, but it was like nothing
I've ever seen before."