Inheriting some strange library and learning magic exists, should be something amazing. Turns out, magic might be rather irritating instead. Ever since Morgan received a strange letter, doors don't go to where they used to. Sometimes, they open to a dusty old storage room. A place full of questions and supposedly cats? What has Morgan gotten herself into?

In case you need more information, before deciding to read:- This is a slice of life with poetic flash fiction sprinkled in. It could also be considered an epistolary. - Unfortunately, I do not have a release schedule at this time.