Dark and dank hidden amongst modern skyscrapers the library retreated into the past as it receded from exposure.
Once inside, the dust floated on errant sunbeams highlighting the shine of oft turned pages frayed at the edges.
There he sat soaking up spiritualism, fervently hoping to find a lead, an opening; a way to convey this inspiration to others.
To pull them back to traditional values. To show them this 21st century was a dangerous time, without a principled heart.
Thus had his eyesight gone.not wanting to face the future, it too had receded – retreating into his soul, the past and his hopeless longings; shrinking back to whence it came – a tortured soul.