In the belly of a forgotten library, beneath layers of dust and forgotten lore, Amelia stumbled upon a peculiar book.
Its cover, worn smooth by countless hands, held no title, only a swirling nebula of emerald and gold.
Curiosity, a relentless itch in Amelia's palm, urged her to open it.
The pages, impossibly thin and translucent, shimmered with an inner light.
As Amelia traced the symbols – not letters, but constellations etched in starlight – the library dissolved around her. She found herself in a boundless void, speckled with a billion suns.
A voice, vast and warm, echoed through the emptiness. "Welcome, Weaver. You have found the Tapestry."
Amelia spun, searching for the source. "Weaver? What tapestry?"...read more...https://www.ustory.blog/2024/05/amelia-and-the-magic-book.html

The title of your book reminds me of a nairalander