Chapter 13In Daniel’s dream…
Colorful murals lined the stone walls of the library, outlining endless rows of shelves that held scrolls and hand-crafted books. Daniel reverently ran his hand along the metal ends of scrolls as he strode across the marble floor. He stopped in front of a mosaic with the Coptic lettering—the Library at Alexandria.
“Hello there,” Sury’s voice drifted from a large counter behind Daniel. He turned around, relieved to see her sitting with her legs crossed, swinging them from her perch.
“Why are you always up high in my dreams?” asked Daniel as she jumped gracefully to the marble floor. She strode past a giant hourglass with coarse sands of gray falling slowly.
“You always did put me on a pedestal, Daniel,” she said, linking her arm with his. The two strolled sl
