Mist swirls around my ankles, and Periwinkle disappears into the fog.

I look around. 

In front of me are two huge doors, made of oak wood with large golden doorknobs I step up to them, mist brushing against my arms, and pull on the gold latch.

Inside is the biggest library I've ever seen - it's like one from a movie. Bookshelves tower from the floor to the high vault ceilings, with rolling bronze ladders attached to each one. I squeal in delight.

"I've always wanted to try one of these!" I say to myself as I climb onto the ladder, push off, and roll along the shelves. 

The ladder rolls along and I take in the sight of this massive library, feeling like a main character. There are so, so many books in here that I don't know where to start. The ladder slowly rolls to a stop, and in front of me is the book The Girl Who Drank the Moon.

"Thank you, Library," I say. It feels as if the library knows me, and put this book in front of me for a reason. I glance around and wonder where to sit when I realize that a loft runs along the ceiling of the library - but I don't see a designated way up.

After thinking for a minute, I decide what to do. I tuck my book under my arm, climb up the rest of the ladder, and pull myself up on top of the shelf. 

The shelvs are wide enough for a person to lie down horizontally on, so I'm not afraid. I walk across the shelf and stop at the corner of the library, where I notice a little ladder leading up to the loft. I climb up.

Up here are lots of bean bags, more shelves, and a few cats walking around. It appears that I am alone in the library, so I sit down on a bean bag, opening my book, and wait for more people to come in.  

I walk up to the large oak doors of the Little Lost Library. I push open the doors and recoil in surprise when they let out a loud groan from lack of use. Once realizing there is no threat, I squeeze past the doors and enter the library. The Little Lost Library is huge with more books than anyone could ever read in a lifetime. The floor and tall bookshelves are covered in a thick layer of dust. It looks like no one has entered the library in over a century. Then I notice a trail of footprints going in, but not coming out. They look fresh. Someone must still be here. 

"Hello?" I call, but the library is so vast, I doubt anyone would hear me. I am about to leave when a shimmering something catches my eye. I turn back around and walk toward whatever it is that I saw. Upon nearing, I realize that I spotted shiny gold foil embedded in the cover of a book. Grimm's Fairy Tales. 

"You know me too well," I smile. It is unclear who I am talking to. It could be the mysterious Periwinkle, who I met in the woods, but it is more likely the Little Lost Library itself. Holding the thick book under one arm, I walk towards a squishy navy blue armchair in front of a cozy fire. I settle down, lick my finger, and turn the page.

Owls of various species, such as barn owls and snowy owls, fly around with a new announcement. They deliver them to the two visitors of the library. Both announcements say the same thing in neat, black ink. 

The doors creak as I push them open and peek inside. My eyes sparkle as I take in the huge shelves of books. I tiptoe silently across the thick, soft carpet and pick a book from the nearest shelf. Trying to decide where to sit, I look around and head towards a corner near a window with a big blue armchair. A snowy owl drops a note into my lap. I read it, then reach for a quill and paper. 

I'm glad I came! Your library is amazing. Will I get to meet you? And what's a Dreamer?   - MoonKitten

I push open the door, my face damp from the mist. The flickering light around me feels like warm candlelight, but there are no light fixtures anywhere. I can't tell if there is anyone nearby, or anyone in the library, for that matter. I wander aimlessly through the shelves, and, when I peer closely at the books on the mahogany wooden shelves, they seem to be in no particular order. A flash of white and gold catches my eye, and I lean in close, to find a thick paperback copy of The Inquistor's Tale. I grab it swiftly and whirr through the pages, which blow a light cloud of dust and old-book smell into my face. I smile, and whisper, "Thank you," though I'm not sure who I'm speaking to. The library itself seems to smile back at me as I continue through the shelves, looking for a place to sit and read. Another flash catches my eye, though this one is a bright yellow. A strange book sits on the shelf in front of me. Well, not so much in front of me as far above my head. I unfurl my wings and soar up to the book. It has no title on the side, no author, no decorations. The only thing on its spine is the word Press. I shrug, and then gently press the book. There is a huge creaking noise, and a section of the shelf swings open, revealing a comfy-looking room filled with plush armchairs, a basket of fluffy blankets, and a counter, where a whistling copper teapot gives off steam, surrounded by boxes of tea. There's a small yip, and a fluffy, curly-furred, small black dog bounds up to me, placing its paws on my knees and trying to lick me. I laugh, pick up the dog, and set it on one of the armchairs while I get a cup of lemon-honey-chamomile tea. Then, I sit down on a maroon-colored chair with my tea. The dog leaps up onto my lap and settles down, spreading warmth through my legs as I begin to read. The door to the secret room stands invitingly open, waiting for anyone else to come and join me.

After what feels like hours, I look up. It's slightly darker outside. I get up and return my book to the shelf. Then I notice an opening in the shelf. I look inside. There's a roaring fire and some armchairs. Someone is sitting in one of them. "Hello?" I nervously call.

A black cat and a white owl wander into the hidden spot (the one with two visitors and tea). The cat is easily distracted by the dog and wanders towards it. Surprisingly, it purrs and snuggles the dog for a moment before wandering out of the room. The owl widens its big eyes as it perches on an armchair. It flutters one of its wings towards the sky and, in a sort of magical fashion, silver specks of dust appear. Not dust...stars? It lets out a small "hoo" before fluttering slowly away. After a moment, another person wanders in. It's a girl. She's fairly short and is holding a small brown cat in her hand. She jumps to see the two visitors. "Eek! Sorry. Did I frighten you? Oh no, I'll bet Periwinkle's owl and her little cat friend wandered in here... oh yeah, by the way, I'm River. I'm a Dreamer. I'm surprised you guys found this place-" she raises a light brown eyebrow-"It's pretty hard to get in here. Woah." She looks up at the silver stars. "Well, that's interesting. Hmm. You know, I've only seen that type of dust once before and that was when- oh, Periwinkle's owl has definitely been here! Well, it could be worse. Once that owl stole my cookies. It's much easier to appreciate her when she's making pretty dust and not stealing cookies, don't you guys agree?" You look at her a bit closer. She has light brown hair, tan skin, brown eyes, and she is wearing a green shirt and jeans. You notice she talks a lot, which might be annoying, but then she offers you and the other visitor a cookie and stops talking because she's eating a cookie too. "Anyways. I should go, I've got places to be, stories to read, and cookies to eat!" And with that, she leaves.