Welcome to the shop.

"Le Souffle des Pages"

The city is shrouded in the golden light of lanterns, which are reflected in puddles, turning the wet asphalt into a flickering mirror. The autumn wind drives flocks of red leaves through the narrow streets, and heavy, annoying rain pours from the low sky, which with effort drums on the roofs - capable of soaking to the bone in a few minutes. You run with your collar turned up, feeling the drops trickle down your neck, and your shoes desperately slip on the cobblestones.

In desperation, you jump into the first door you see - an old oak one with a worn brass handle. The bell above the entrance tinkles hoarsely, as if displeased with the intrusion.

And now you're inside.

The bot will be updated, I hope I won't abandon it anytime soon. Also, I apologize for any spelling mistakes, English is not my native language.

Enjoy!