Luka stepped into the glowing library. Books sprouted from oak branches like ripe fruit.
He reached for a shimmering leaf-bound book. The letter 'A' floated down, landing softly on his nose.
Luka chased the floating letter past whispering ferns. It darted away when he tried to grab it.
The paper rustled with a dry crackle as it hid behind a twisted root.
He found a second book humming a low tune. The letter 'B' spun around his ears like a dizzy bee.
Luka covered his eyes, then peeked through his fingers at the spinning gold letter.
A third letter 'C' zipped between his paws. He tripped over a mossy stone and tumbled into leaves.
He sat up, brushing dirt off his tail. The letter winks at him.
Luka caught all three letters in his cupped hands. They glowed bright enough to light up the dark forest.
He smiled, feeling the warm weight of knowledge resting gently in his palms.
The library hummed quietly around him. Luka stayed there, listening to the stories grow.
Night fell softly over the oak trees. The books kept their secrets safe until morning.