You enter what looks to be an enchanted library.
A lush pink reading chair is the focal point of the entrance. It radiates energy like its whispering to you telepathically. It wants you to come deeper into the library.
An eerie sense of uncertainty creeps into your blood. You’re afraid to go forward. Part of you screams to run back to the safety of the familiar… back to where you’re comfortable and safe.
But, another part of you has this unshakable sense that there’s something out there… something that you want to find - you just don’t know what it is, yet.
The blue glow of the back rooms beckon you to press on.
Your footsteps are muted in the massive rooms filled with paper tomes.
“Hello?” you say to the next empty room.
There no response except the glow of enchanted books.
Many are written in scripts you don’t recognize or simply feature symbols.
You press on until you find some that are written in your language…
The first book you run into that you can read is in a run-down wing of the library off to the side.
The books all look weathered and water-damaged.
The beautiful and ornate book covers bleed with color. Something about them makes you feel that these books are deeply loved by someone.
Someone has come back to these pages often to adoringly read their words - relive their stories.
There was a lot of work put into these, possibly by a multitude of people.
The contents of these books are cherished.
The spine you can read says, “Mental Health Progress.”
As you keep plunging into the depths of the library, you see in one room a book that clearly stands out among the others.
This one, too, is written in your language.
It casts a bright glow into the room, calling like a siren for you to read it - to connect with the material.
It promises adventures grander than any of the books surrounding it.
You find your eyes latched onto it as you walk closer and closer. It pulls you straight into it.
The enchanted letters read, “Social Progress.”
You look around anxiously, wondering if anyone is watching you.
What if you look silly picking up such a book? What if it seems like an odd pursuit to work towards so diligently? What if a secret onlooker is judging you?
On a shelf high above you, are books of exquisite quality so tempting their vibrance spills from the shelf.
Among them, one book stands slightly in front of the rest.
It reads, “Exercise Progress.”
It would be a bit of a strain for you to reach it on your tip-toes.
Are you feeling up to it?
Do you have the will to summon whatever energy you need to get to it?
The colors are so incredibly gorgeous.
You want it in your hands, but it will take work to get there.
Reach for it, anyways?
One of the side rooms is packed with crowded chairs and tables that look to have coffee rings marked into the wood veneer.
The book shelves are behind the tables and, as you make your way over to inspect them, you bang your hip into a chair.
“So stupid and clumsy,” you mutter to yourself as you rub your bruised skin.
In the back of this room there’s only one book written in your language. “Self-Talk Progress” it reads.
“Probably wouldn’t work for my hopeless life,” you say to yourself.
And yet…
Something draws you back to it again before you can walk away.
You hesistate.
Give it a try?
The next room you enter is immaculate.
Each book is neat and orderly, arranged by color and height.
There is one single ornate table in the center with a gleaming, reflective surface, and two chairs set to the side at perfect 45 degree angles.
These books all look crisp and new.
You’re afraid to touch anything and get fingerprints on the shiny surfaces as you inspect the books.
There are two prominent volumes on display in the center of one of the shelves.
They both read, “Cleaning Progress.”
Hmm…
Is this the inspiration you could use?