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Inside the dim enchanted library at dusk, Georgia kneels by a whispering bookshelf while Rex points at a sunrise-bright book glowing on a lower shelf; Savage the striped cat prowls between them, eyes bright with mischief.
I'm Georgia, and today Rex, Jax, and I tiptoe into the enchanted library. Shelves whisper. Savage, our striped cat, prowls beside us. "Look," Rex says. A book glows like sunrise.
Under the library's amber lamps, swirling golden letters form a doorway above the open book; Georgia grips little Jax's hand, both wide-eyed, while Savage’s who is a striped short hair cat, her tail flicks beside the luminous portal. Rex is looking at books on a shelf in hte background.l.
Its cover reads, "The Secret of Reading." I open it carefully. Letters swirl into a doorway. "Hold my hand," I tell Jax. We step through together, with Savage's tail flicking.
On a sunlit desert hillsidejjav, Georgia and Rex stand barefoot in warm sand wearing regular kid clothes watching a jesus comfort gathered friends as another man, freshly awakened, smiles; harp-like music drifts through the golden morning air.
Sand warms our toes. Gentle music hums, and distant voices gather. "It's long ago," whispers Rex. We watch Jesus comfort friends, and Lazarus stands, alive and smiling. Hope feels like sunlight.
Inside a silver book-lined hallway glowing with page-light, Queen Bibliara steps forward holding her three-book necklace, smiling kindly at Georgia who stands alert beneath the soft white radiance.
A silver hallway appears, lined with bookmarks. A tall queen steps from page-light. Her necklace holds three tiny books. "Choose wisely," she says kindly. "Each realm teaches. The right book grows."
In the same luminous hallway, the left charm on Queen Bibliara’s necklace enlarges as Georgia and savage with talll georgia recounts their Lazarus adventure; fluttering pages open like doors behind the queen, revealing the bustling paper town of Book Borough.
We tell her about Jesus and Lazarus. The left charm grows a little. "Next, Book Borough," the queen smiles. Pages flutter open like doors. We jump into a town where everyone is books.
On Book Borough’s parchment street under bright noon light, a creased paper banner reading "Win the Word Trophy!" flutters while Georgia leaps through an alphabet hoop and Rex sorts loose letters at her side.
A trumpet squeaks. "Win the Word Trophy!" cries a paper banner. We dash through alphabet hoops. Rex sorts letters. Jax finds clues. I spell "BRIDGE," and a page-bridge unfolds for us.
Beside the page-bridge’s unfolding edge, Savage bats a chicken-shaped bookmark across the papery ground as laughing Jax lunges after her; the golden Word Trophy gleams just beyond under warm afternoon light.
Savage bats a chicken-shaped bookmark and steals it, purring. "Hey!" Jax laughs, chasing her. The trophy shines ahead. We grab it together. The middle necklace book grows bright and bigger.
On the frosted surface of Icy Index, midnight sky overhead, Georgia and jax glide on silver skates through swirling snow-shaped letters, their lava-warm suits glowing softly against the pale blue ice.
Snowy letters swirl. "Last realm: Icy Index," the queen announces. Skates snap onto our feet. Cozy lava-warm outfits appear, safe and toasty. "Glide!" I cheer, and we slip across frosted books.
Under cold starlight on an icy shelf, Rex kneels reading sparkling riddles carved in translucent ice while Georgia steadies Jax, who points excitedly at a frozen index tab hiding the chilly book.
Riddles sparkle in the ice. Rex reads clues. Jax points, "There!" under a frozen index tab. I steady them while Savage skitters. We free the chilly book and laugh, steaming breath.
Back in the shimmering hallway, Queen Bibliara holds up her necklace as two charms glow bright and the right charm swells like a lantern; Georgia watches, hopeful, beneath the soft gold page-light.
Back with the queen, two charms glow. The last stays small. "Which returns you home?" she asks. "The one about sharing," I say. The right charm swells, shining like a friendly lantern.
Inside the familiar library morning light, Savage lands atop the reading table, jaws around Jax’s half-eaten chicken sandwich, while Jax laughs, hands raised amid scattering crumbs.
A door opens to our library. We step through. Savage leaps onto the reading table and nabs Jax's chicken sandwich. "Savage!" he giggles. Crumbs scatter like confetti. We all laugh, relieved.
At dusk in the quiet library aisle, Georgia smaller size then rex slides the glowing secret book onto a high shelf as Rex hugs her side - jax and Savage play on the floor, she is purring like a tiny engine.
We shelve the secret book. "Tomorrow, more chapters," Rex whispers. Jax yawns, "Together." I hug them. Savage curls between us, purring like a tiny engine. Reading feels brave, kind, and magical.
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