THE BOOKSHOP OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS

Would you believe me if i told you i hail from a land where books were not known to anyone?

 All that was there was the wind whispering tales of wisdom and the rivers retelling tales from the past. In this place i always felt that something was missing. i always had dreams of objects that did'nt exist, objects filled with words and it could be held on my hand....

Driven by these visions and dreams i set upon a journey. The quest made me cross tall mountains and large oceans however, i did'nt find anything close to what i was looking for ....I was'nt discouraged by this. Finally my efforts reaped its fruits. At the end of the world ,I met a wise hermit.

One evening, while eating dinner with the hermit i asked him ,''I see weird objects in my stories filled with writings and illustrations. Do you know what these may be?"

He smiled," oh Elara, you dream of books...once they were the highest source of wisdom before it vanished from the world .. It is now really rare nowadays. If you want i can teach you to make it."

"yes please", i replied eagerly.

"Very well let us begin", said the hermit his eyes twinkling with wisdom.

He taught me how to make paper, to bind it and the magic of ink on its pages. It almost felt surreal. Before i knew it, it was time to leave the hermit.

"thank you dear hermit for your teaching i will surely spread this all around my village."

"Bless you! kind Elara may your drive for knowledge never ever cease", he waved.

I walked across the familiar pathway which lead to my village. It had changed a lot since i was last here. It was the season for harvest. The fields were filled with great golden crops ever glistening with the warm sun light. The villagers were busy in their farm activities.

As i walked through the village i felt a strange sense of anticipation and excitement, one never felt before. I strode with a sense of determination to prove myself. I could'nt wait to share the magic of books with the villagers. I found a cozy corner at the end of my village. I named my tiny shop, "the bookshop of forgotten dreams". 

The villagers were perplexed at this new creation one of the villagers came up to me and asked," Elara what are these things?"

"These are books", i said holding up a pile for him to examine. He t

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entatively held one as if he was afraid it would bite. 

"These hold stories of great wisdom. do you want to hear one?'', i continued.

He looked at me with curiosity in his eyes, "yes pls i would like to hear a story"

I began reading one of the many stories in the large book i was holding up. As, i read more and more people came intrigued. The one man crowd suddenly increased to many a number.

One of the people in the crowd was a girl named Lia. her eyes widened with curiosity as i reached the end of the story. She approached me shyly.

"Elara can you teach me to make these things please?", she asked,

"Of course, Lia. Come to the book shop tomorrow i will show you the whole process of book making"

The next day, Lia arrived at "The Bookshop of Forgotten Dreams," her eyes gleaming with anticipation. I welcomed her warmly and began to show her the process of making a book. We started with making paper from pulp, carefully pressing and drying each sheet. 

As we worked the villagers came and joined us, eager to earn the art of book making. The shop once secluded now was filled with activity. People of all ages, came together excited to write their own story.

One evening, as the sun set, casting a golden glow over the village, an elderly villager came forward," Elara, you have truly shared the myriad magic of reading. All thanks to you all the villagers have found a way to get together and share their own stories. These books are a more larger treasure than diamonds."

I smiled a sense of satisfaction filling my face, "It's not just me...It's the effort of all of us at has taken us this far....."

The book shop of forgotten dreams continued to be a beacon of hope and creativity. The villagers welcomed the knowledge from books with open arms and my village became a place where books were the most valuable possessions of all.

My dream not only came true...but it lead to a spark of hope amongst the villagers making them believe that any dream was possible. The winds still whispered tales of wisdom and the rivers still told stories of the past but the coming of the books made a new dimension to our world. The hermits teachings still lived on and the village became a place where curiosity and knowledge thrived like the great waves in the sea.