So, ever since I was a kid I have had dreams of libraries. Well, one day (or night as it were) when I was dreaming I came upon a most peculiar building. It was a cathedral of such grandeur, larger than I could even see. I couldn't find the entrance, and my brother came to help me. Now, it appeared to us that there was a rather extensive graveyard in the back of the cathedral, and we decided to explore. It was in an ornate mosoleum that I finally found the entrance. The first room I came into was filled with pews of the most vivid red. Monks walked about saying nothing. It was upon roaming through the rest of the cathedral that I realized it was filled with book. More books than could have possibly have been written.
I woke then, but I have been there many times. It is like my safe haven. Whenever life gets complicated I visit the Library Cathedral. It never fails. And sometimes if a dream is getting too intense, I'll walk through a door and find myself there. Sometimes my friends are there, sometimes the monks, and sometimes just me.
Over the years the Cathedral has been given more form. It doesn't always look exactly the same, but follows the same rules. The first rooms are always normal real world books, but deeper in I run into secret books, books on religion and politics. Even deeper and I can read about myself, my inner thoughts, memories lost in the sands of time. I'm always at peace in the Cathedral.
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