Quick Tales

Emily had always been a writer at heart but lately she'd found herself stuck with an idea that refused to come together into something meaningful, and her muse seemed more elusive than ever. She sat in front of the old wooden desk where countless stories were born out of imagination's sparkles under twinkling night sky lights; yet this time all there was silence - or what felt like it anyway since sometimes writers' blocks can be deafening too! Her mind raced back through every attempt she made at tackling her latest novel, thinking perhaps something must've slipped past my notice.



As morning dawned outside casting warm rays upon Emily's clutter-free room (at least until inspiration hit), determination filled those weary eyes. "I'm not giving up," they seemed to say; though fear lingeringly whispered otherwise within darker corners waiting patiently for momentary lapse into defeat – and so began another day spent staring blankly at computer screens with cursor blinking impatient reminder no progress made.



Just as she'd just begun writing this, out the corner of her eye caught movement unlike anything seen before today - even stranger still considering its source wasn't coming from within walls themselves which felt quite solid enough anyway; yet there stood someone new entering scene: figure draped loosely wearing long coat appeared alongside doorframe looking somewhat ethereal. Initially startled into speechless awe but quickly regaining composure, curiosity took over prompting questions galore.



"Who are you? How'd...?" trailed off mid-sentence as gaze shifted down to the floor where dusty footprints materialized then vanished leaving behind faint scent reminiscent old books and musty air - unmistakable signs something truly supernatural was afoot here.

The apparition smiled wistfully acknowledging presence, "My name is Celestia; I've been waiting." As words hung in space awaiting response from writer whose heart pounded faster with each passing second now unsure what exactly unfolding before her.



"Waiting?" Emily's voice barely above whisper quivered slightly betraying underlying fear mixed confusion trying make sense of this bizarre encounter.

"Yes," replied the ghostly being softly as though sharing secrets among old friends, "for one such yourself who could hear stories I've carried across dimensions since times long forgotten." With those words a strange sensation washed over her - feeling like doors to hidden realms swung open allowing glimpses into unseen realities.



"You see Emily my role here isn't just simple observer but guardian of countless tales buried within the realm beyond mortal comprehension; and among these lies unfinished stories longing for voices that would bring them back alive – yours being one such voice," Celestia continued, eyes shining bright with anticipation now fully lit up by hope.

Fascinated despite initial trepidation Emily leaned forward so as not to miss even single word spoken while her mind whirled through theories attempting explain away this otherworldly presence. Her fingers itched for keyboard eager finally grasp elusive narrative threads waiting patiently within depths of imagination.



"Celestia," she asked with growing excitement now mingling fear, "how can I help?"

"By listening first." With those enigmatic words Celeste nodded toward a faint glow emanating from nearby bookshelf where novels had been gathering dust for years. Without thinking Emily rose and crossed over to it; upon opening the cover of one particular volume strange symbols began rearranging themselves into paragraphs.



She read through storylines filled with wondrous landscapes, characters' struggles against internal demons they'd rather face alone but somehow needed companionship in darker times - stories resonated deep within her heart as though an echo from memories long suppressed. Tears fell freely down Emily's cheeks not just because these tales spoke directly to soul weary writer feeling lost herself.



Among those words so close and familiar, the protagonist began questioning purpose behind their own existence amidst feelings of isolation threatening engulf them wholeheartedly until receiving a message that would change everything - echoing her very situation today – desperate search for belonging when nothing seemed certain anymore but then something happened which opened doors to entirely new world full possibilities.



Celestia watched intently over writer's shoulders as she continued reading these long-forgotten stories now rewritten into vivid tales begging attention; the ghost smiled knowingly, "They need a voice," Emily thought aloud while absorbing every word – and it was at that moment when Celeste stepped forward revealing her true form not unlike those beings from legends of old.



Within shimmering aura surrounding ethereal body countless pages turned over like wisps on breeze carrying forgotten memories waiting revival; suddenly each tale became alive - no longer confined by mortal bounds. Emily felt surge run through veins recognizing this magical force coursing within herself now more than ever before.

"We're not just writers, Celestia," she declared with newfound understanding "we are storytellers." As those words left her lips a gust swept past leaving faint wisps of stories already freed from their prison binding them earthbound tales. It was then Emily's heart swelled open ready to take on any challenge – no longer feeling isolated but rather part vessel carrying ancient wisdom within its depths.



Celestia nodded in approval before fading into nothingness, yet not disappearing completely as writer could sense lingering presence offering encouragement now that journey together had just begun; the ghost vanished leaving behind an old wooden desk where countless stories were born under twinkling night sky lights once again – though this time there was something different - Emily's fingers danced across keyboard releasing all pent-up emotions onto digital canvas.



The lost library of dreams, hidden within realms beyond mortal comprehension now found its voice through one brave soul who dared face fears head-on and allowed herself to be carried away by magic woven into fabric our reality. From that day forward whenever doubts crept up she'd look around room where Celestia first appeared – a reminder tales were never truly lost but merely waiting voices like hers which would bring them roaring back alive.



And so with renewed sense purpose Emily dove headfirst down rabbit hole of imagination always knowing guidance awaited in those secret realms beyond mortal comprehension though invisible to naked eye; the writer who once struggled against blank page now became guardian herself – ensuring stories whispered through Celestia's ethereal form never fade away but live on forever within hearts beating strongly around her.