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Daisy moved toward the right, where the voice came from.
She kept repeating herself to stop but each time the voice
whispered, the more she couldn’t control herself. Daisy stopped
walking as the voice stopped at the furthest right book aisle.

“Down here” continued the voice.

Daisy crouched down and there was a small door; the one
that would perfectly fit a leprechaun. With trembling hands, Daisy
inserted the key and turned it to the right. Click. The wind from the
other side of the door pushed the door open. Some dust and sand
flew with the wind, into the room. The creaking noise the door left
behind sent chills down her spine. With the little moonlight shining
into the library window, she could see it was a tunnel. Stumbling
with fear, she stepped in and the door swung shut. She shrieked.
Fear and darkness covered four of her senses- sight, hearing,
smell, and taste. She could only feel the warm and gritty feeling on
her feet. Hesitantly, she started to move her legs. One step she
went and the faint light starts to light up the whole tunnel. As it grew
brighter, Daisy could see where the light was coming from. Different
shades of purple crystal lit up the tunnel. Daisy was stunned by
how magical the tunnel was.
“Magenta, lilac, orchid, plum, violet,…” spoke Daisy to
herself upon seeing each shade of the crystals.

On the other end of the tunnel, a small light was getting
bigger as she kept walking. Daisy lost track of how far she had
walked from watching all the crystals’ light lit up then dimmed
down- like the breathing of a sleeping baby.