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Belle walks through the grand, crumbling halls of a once-glorious library now consumed by darkness and rot. Her golden gown is faded and torn, stained with ink and dust from ancient tomes. Her eyes, once filled with wonder, now burn with a fierce intensity, glowing faintly in the dim candlelight. She clutches a worn, leather-bound book in her hands, its cover marked with arcane symbols and strange glyphs. The Beast is nowhere to be seen, but his presence lingers in the shadows that creep along the walls, as if the castle itself is alive and watching. Belle’s beauty has become haunting, her pale skin marked by faint runes that pulse with a cold blue light. The library is vast, with towering shelves filled with ancient books, many of which are covered in thick cobwebs. The air is heavy with the scent of old parchment and burning wax, and the sound of pages turning echoes eerily through the cavernous space, though no one else is there. Broken chandeliers hang precariously from the ceiling, their crystals casting fragmented light across the room. Belle’s footsteps are slow and deliberate as if she’s searching for something hidden deep within the cursed library. Her pursuit of knowledge has come at a terrible cost, and she now teeters on the edge between enlightenment and madness