My fingertips caress the front of the book, engulfing them in a cloud of anticipation. As I leaf through every page, the words emit a faint whisper, bursting with the excitement of delving into a new world. Where will this one take me? I wonder to myself. There are no limits, to choose a new story is the feeling of freedom. As my eyes skim the ink, reading over line by line, I can feel the world around me start to fade out. Sounds become muted, the only voice I hear is my own narration, readers can journey as each scene morphs with every word. The adventures within each chapter come alive with the flipping of each page. There is nothing that can bother me when I am entranced in a book. To hold a book, is to hold all serenity in the palm of your hands.

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