Before you stands a little book with legs. You can feel it smiling even though it doesn’t have a face. It speaks to you; you can see it open and close a little as it does so.

“Hello.” It states in a flat tone. It’s voice sounds akin to pages rustling, but somehow you can tell what it’s saying. You ask the book where you are.

“This is the library of things you’ll never have,” it says almost triumphantly. “Look around all you like, but remember, you can’t touch anything no matter how hard you try.” You can tell it’s grin widens even though it doesn’t have a face. You turn to your left and right and suddenly realize you’re standing between two sets of shelves. You look forward and see that they extend as far as the eye can see.

Upon the shelves sit many things you recognize, organized in a beautiful display. You name a few nearby. Love, knowledge, success, all sitting there on the shelf. You try to pick up and examine love, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to reach it.