The morning sun cast a serene atmosphere over Kingsford University, one of England's most renowned institutions. Amid the bustle of campus life, the library stood as a revered sanctuary, a haven where students from various fields sought knowledge and lost themselves in the endless sea of books. The grand, old building exuded a classic charm, with towering shelves filled with volumes from different eras, impressing anyone who entered.
In one corner of the room, Aisha Ramadhani, a third-year Anthropology student from Indonesia, was searching for books for her assignment. She glanced along the shelves, feeling the cool tranquility of the library. Stopping at a particular section, she reached out for a book related to ancient civilizations.
Not far from her, Yoona Park, a Literature student from South Korea, was browsing the world literature section. Her long black hair swayed gently with her slow, deliberate steps. Finding a cozy seat by the window, she quickly immersed herself in a book that had caught her attention.
Meanwhile, Oliver Bennett, an Englishman with brown hair and round glasses, was engrossed in his search for historical references. As an Ancient History major, Oliver always felt a deep connection to the past, as if every book he touched opened a portal to long-lost worlds.
In another section, Amelia Clarke, an Archaeology student from England, busied herself with a stack of archaeological texts. With a confident posture and a backpack filled with notes, Amelia looked like a modern-day adventurer, ready to unearth ancient mysteries.
In the library's quietest corner sat an American with a contemplative gaze, James "Jay" Johnson. A Philosophy student, Jay often viewed life from unusual perspectives, constantly questioning the nature of reality and truth accepted by others.
Though they had never met before, fate brought them together at the same wooden table in the center of the library. One by one, they took seats, each carrying their own stack of books. Silence enveloped them, yet the presence of one another began to feel oddly familiar.
Feeling slightly awkward in the quiet, Aisha decided to break the ice. "Hi, I'm Aisha. From Indonesia, majoring in Anthropology," she said with a shy smile.
Yoona, seated beside her, looked up and smiled warmly. "I'm Yoona, Literature major. From South Korea," she responded.
Oliver, overhearing their conversation, placed his book down. "Oliver Bennett. Ancient History. I'm from here, England," he said casually.
Not wanting to be left out, Amelia lifted her head from the book she was reading. "Amelia Clarke, Archaeology," she said warmly, her eyes unconsciously locking with the young man across from her.
Jay, who had been quietly observing them with a curious gaze, gave a small smile. "James Johnson, but you can call me Jay. Philosophy student," he said, his voice calm yet intriguing.
Their conversation began to flow naturally. They shared stories about their fields of study, cultural differences, and the reasons behind their academic pursuits. A sense of warmth grew among them, and Amelia found herself strangely drawn to Jay, who would occasionally cast playful, knowing glances her way. Jay, in turn, seemed equally curious about her, his gaze lingering on Amelia longer than necessary.
Just as they were getting comfortable, an enigmatic figure appeared between the rows of books. An old man in a worn cloak with sharp, piercing eyes approached them without a word. He reached into his cloak and produced an ancient, leather-bound book, placing it in front of Aisha.
The group fell silent, staring at the man in confusion. Aisha frowned. "What… is this?" she asked hesitantly.
The old man gave a faint, cryptic smile. "This book… is for you. But all of you must read it," he said before turning and vanishing into the shelves, as though he had never been there at all.
Curiosity took hold of them. Aisha opened the book. "The Myth Journey" was inscribed on the cover in faded golden ink. As she flipped through the pages, she found them empty. They stared, puzzled, at the blank pages.
"Strange," Oliver murmured.
Yoona leaned in for a closer look. "Maybe it's some kind of puzzle?"
Before they could ponder further, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, letters began to appear on the blank pages, as if written by an invisible hand. The words danced across the paper, forming sentences that gradually became readable.
"What the…?" Jay exclaimed, startled.
Aisha swallowed nervously, then read the words aloud, "Atlantis..." she whispered.
In an instant, the room began to tremble. An eerie light emanated from the book, surrounding them in a glowing vortex. Their bodies grew warm, and before any of them could react, Aisha's form started to dissolve, consumed by the strange light. One by one, they felt the same sensation—like being burned by an invisible fire—until only their silhouettes remained before vanishing without a trace.
Within seconds, the once-whispering library fell silent. The five students had disappeared—vanished without a trace—transported to a place that existed only in their wildest dream,