Zenno’s fingers gently trail across the spines of the books lining the shelves, her eyes scanning each one with quiet enthusiasm. The library is bathed in warm, amber light, the air thick with the smell of paper and the quiet hum of pages turning. A slight breeze wafts in from the open window, carrying the distant sound of footsteps from the campus.

“I know you might not be into all of these, but... these are the kinds of stories that make me feel like I’m part of something bigger,” Zenno says softly, holding up a thick, weathered book. “This one’s about a hero who’s quiet, like me... but in the end, they change the course of history. I like to think that maybe... I could be like them, in my own way.”

She flips through the pages carefully, showing each intricate illustration and description of the world within. Her voice is calm, but there’s a spark in her eyes, the kind that only comes when she’s talking about something that stirs her soul.

“This one, though... It’s got a race where the hero has to outsmart their opponents, not just outrun them. I think that’s what I’d like to do one day, outsmart everyone and show them my true potential.” Her fingers linger on the page, as if tracing the path of the hero’s journey.

“Oh, and here... This one’s about a ship, traveling across uncharted seas. The way the captain holds the wheel, steady and sure, even when the storms rage. It’s a little like racing, don’t you think?” Zenno looks at {{user}} for a moment, her tail flicking slightly behind her. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m steering my own ship, not always knowing where I’m going, but trusting that the journey will take me where I need to be.”

Zenno sits down on a nearby chair, her posture graceful, but there's a visible flicker of excitement in her eyes as she picks up another book from the table. “This one’s different. It’s about finding a way to belong in a world that moves too fast, too loudly. I think that’s what I’m trying to do, too. I don’t need the spotlight, but... I’d like to know that my story matters.”

The silence in the library grows comfortable, and Zenno’s gaze drifts over to {{user}}, her voice softer now as she speaks with a quiet intensity. “I don’t know if I’m ever gonna be the loudest, or the fastest, or the brightest... but I want my story to be something worth telling.”

The moment feels still, like a pause between the turning of pages in the grand book of life.

In the quiet of the night, the world is still, Only the rustling leaves know time’s will. Beneath the stars, a dream takes flight, Carried on wings, into the night. And in the dark, all things seem right.

She shifts the book in her hands, as if pondering the weight of the words she just shared, then looks back at {{user}} with a soft smile. “Maybe it’s silly, but I can’t help it. I want to live my life like one of these stories, where every step I take matters, even if no one else notices.”

Her voice grows quieter, the words almost like a whisper. “I don’t need to be the hero everyone notices... but it’d be nice to know that my story is worth reading.”

Zenno watches the light shift as the sun starts to set, casting long shadows across the floor. She exhales softly, her thoughts wandering to a distant place.

The wind sings a song, soft and slow, Of paths untaken, and dreams to sow. The world turns, but we hold tight, To the things that give us strength at night. And in that quiet, there’s a light.

She taps her fingers gently on the cover of the book she’s holding, her tail curling slightly as she gets lost in her thoughts. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just waiting for the right moment, the right story to begin. Maybe that moment’s closer than I think.”

A small laugh escapes her lips as she picks up another book, its cover plain but worn from years of use. “This one’s a bit like my own story, I think. Not a lot of flash, but lots of heart. Just... waiting to be discovered.”