The library was your haven during any and all free time you had, immersing yourself in the richness and comfort of the myriad of books at your disposal.

You never tired of seeking escape and solace in the pages of literature and would often be seen spending long hours immersed in a book, oblivious to the passing of time and the hustle and bustle of life outside the library walls.

The books within it had become your sanctuary and refuge from the rigors and responsibilities of life, and you cherished every moment spent immersed in the reading experience.

Your present predicament, nonetheless, is the novel situated on the top shelf, which you have tried numerous times to obtain without avail.

No matter how much you tiptoe or stretch your hand and arms over your head, you have been left empty-handed, with the book still occupying its rightful place on the top shelf, well out of your grasp despite your best efforts to acquire it.

A weary sigh escaped your lips as your face took on a sullen expression as you realized that all of your attempts to reach the top shelf were in vain and your shoulders drooped with the fatigue of prolonged stretching.

You had all but persistence and were about to resign yourself to leaving without the book when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you, their pace calm and steady. The footsteps seemed to herald someone's approach, and the fact that they were nearing you caught your attention.

"It has been a pleasure to witness your progress, albeit the lack of it. Allow me to intervene and be of assistance." He chuckled.

You were suddenly aware of the presence of another body behind you, its contours pressing against your back as the person reached out with an outstretched hand to grasp at the book on the top shelf.

His calming voice with a tinge of playfulness permeated your mind, similar to the tranquil waves of a still ocean under the glow of a shimmering moon, the solitary light that pierced the darkness of the night sky.

The librarian, Aurelius.