neelthee-mansion 3.19.12__py3-none-any.whl → 3.19.14__py3-none-any.whl

neelthee_mansion/Books.py

@@ -1,12 +1,14 @@
 from .items import item
 
+
 class Book(item):
     def __init__(self, Name: str = "", Contense: int = ""):
         super().__init__(Name, "readable", Contense)
-    
+
     def GetContense(self):
         return self.value
 
+
 books = [
     Book(
         "hidden echoes",
@@ -15,7 +17,7 @@ In a small coastal village, whispers of the past linger in the salty air. Young
 secrets of love, loss, and a hidden treasure that was never found. As she delves deeper, Anna realises that the echoes of the past are not merely stories; they shape the present. With the help
 of her best friend, she sets out on a quest to uncover the truth behind the diary’s final entry. Along the way, they face challenges that test their friendship and courage. Will they unlock the
 secrets of the hidden echoes, or will the past remain buried forever?
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "enchanted evening",
@@ -24,10 +26,10 @@ On a chilly autumn night, a mysterious stranger arrives in the quaint town of El
 ignite her imagination. As they stroll through the moonlit streets, Clara learns that the stranger is on a mission to reclaim a lost magical artifact that could save his realm. Together, they
 embark on an adventure filled with whimsical creatures and ancient prophecies. As dawn approaches, Clara must decide whether to follow her heart or remain in the safety of her world. In this
 enchanted evening, destiny intertwines their fates in ways they could never have imagined.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
-        "\'book of mystery",
+        "'book of mystery",
         """
 Bill had been exploring the mansion for hours, uncovering hidden corners and old secrets layered in dust. At last, he found himself in the attic, where the faint scent of mildew and ancient
 wood lingered in the air. Beneath a loose floorboard, he discovered a battered leather journal, its spine cracked and pages yellowed with age. The cover bore a faint spiral symbol flanked by
@@ -46,7 +48,7 @@ urge to follow its instructions, to uncover the truth hidden within these walls.
 Tucking the journal into his coat, he made his way down the attic stairs, resolved to walk the path it had promised. The night was still, the air thick with mystery as he stepped into the
 shadows, ready—or not—for whatever waited ahead.
 """,
-),
+    ),
     Book(
         "seelkind",
         """
@@ -59,7 +61,7 @@ Slowly, the memory brightened, filling the valley with warmth.
 As dawn broke, Leora returned the memory to its rightful place in the world. It was a small act, a single memory saved, but she knew each one mattered. For without memories, who were they? And
 so, she continued her path as a Seelkind, keeper of moments, protector of souls.
 """,
-),
+    ),
     Book(
         " the last lantern",
         """
@@ -69,7 +71,7 @@ Every evening, she would carry it to the edge of the village where an ancient tr
 rekindling the others, Mira would hold her lantern to its roots and whisper the words of the old songs.
 One night, a faint spark stirred beneath the soil. By dawn, new flames bloomed like flowers throughout the village, each one vibrant and warm. The village glowed once more, and Mira became a
 legend. They called her The Bringer of Light, and in their hearts, her lantern would burn forever.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "whispers from the wispwood",
@@ -81,7 +83,7 @@ Willow reached an old well wrapped in weeds, water within as dark as midnight. W
 faces, places, things she wished were gone, yet now were somehow welcome. She remembered Wispwood, the home she’d hidden from her heart.
 The whispering ceased, but the wisp remained, a thread linking her past and present. With a wistful smile, she walked back, finally whole, and as winter waned, the whispers faded, but Willow
 would forever remember the wonder of the well.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "a whisper from the dark",
@@ -94,7 +96,7 @@ the whisper grew louder, more insistent, like the pages of an old book turning b
 A chill passed through her as memories began to unravel, revealing a hidden world of forgotten promises and lost dreams. Against the window, Alina pressed her trembling hand, realising that the
 voice wasn’t from some stranger in the night.
 It was hers.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "tangled shadows",
@@ -103,7 +105,7 @@ In a town veiled in perpetual mist, a young boy named Ellis discovers an old com
 shadows, revealing hidden secrets when followed. One night, the compass leads Ellis to the edge of town, where shadows pool like liquid ink. The closer he gets, the more vivid his dreams
 become, showing fragments of people he’s never met but feels he knows. The final vision shows a hooded figure with Ellis's own eyes staring back at him, lips moving in warning. The compass
 shudders in his hand. "If you step into these shadows," the warning echoes, "you may never return."
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "celestial whispers",
@@ -112,7 +114,7 @@ In the chill of winter, villagers gather around bonfires to listen to the storie
 messages, though few believe her. One night, the stars tell of an approaching storm—no ordinary storm, but a celestial force capable of wiping away everything in its path. Mira urges the
 villagers to take shelter deep in the forest’s heart, a place only spoken of in old tales. Desperate, some follow her. Hours later, the storm rolls in, altering the landscape forever, but those
 who followed Mira survive. The whispers stop after that, leaving her with one final message: “It is time to go.”
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "hollow realm",
@@ -121,7 +123,7 @@ Beneath the ancient oak tree lies a hidden realm, discovered by a traveler named
 Time behaves strangely here, and Orin meets inhabitants who have aged centuries in what feels like hours. Each insists they were once travelers like him. Orin learns that escaping requires
 solving the realm’s riddle, which no one has yet cracked. As his own age begins to creep up, Orin realises the riddle’s answer lies in choosing to forget, something none before him dared. With
 a sigh, he closes his eyes and lets go.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "inkbound",
@@ -130,7 +132,7 @@ In an obscure library, Elena stumbles upon The Book of Lost Names. Each page she
 deeper, she feels compelled to uncover the book’s story. Her reflection in the library window changes subtly, her hair shorter, eyes unfamiliar. Panicked, she tries to stop reading, but the
 book won’t let her put it down. Just as her final memory slips away, she understands: The Book of Lost Names is rewriting her into someone else’s story. Her last thought is of a stranger named
 Lucas… then darkness.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "nighthawk’s call",
@@ -139,7 +141,7 @@ Under the starlit sky, young Rook follows a strange bird’s call through dense
 him with uncanny intelligence, as if it expects something of him. Compelled, Rook kneels at the altar and closes his eyes. In that moment, his vision shifts to the bird’s, soaring over miles of
 forest, hills, and forgotten roads. He sees places he’s never known but feels drawn to. When he opens his eyes, the bird is gone, leaving him with an unsettling urge to find each place. His
 journey has only begun.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "ghost of yew manor",
@@ -148,7 +150,7 @@ At Yew Manor, the walls whisper, and the floors groan under invisible footsteps.
 encounters a young girl dressed in the style of centuries past, who stands by her bed, simply watching. Over the weeks, Clara learns the girl’s name was Isabelle, and she went missing decades
 ago. Isabelle’s gaze is mournful, her hands outstretched as if beckoning Clara into the cold, dark halls. When Clara finally follows her, she finds a hidden door beneath the staircase. Inside
 is a diary that ends with a single, unfinished sentence: “I am waiting.”
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         " shadows of tomorrow",
@@ -164,7 +166,7 @@ shadows danced and dreams took flight. The glow beckoned her, whispering promise
 
 Clara stepped through, leaving behind the mundane. In that moment, she knew she had crossed into the shadows of tomorrow, where her destiny awaited, woven into the fabric of time itself. What
 lay ahead was unknown, but she was ready to embrace the magic of the journey.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "yesterday's echoes",
@@ -173,7 +175,7 @@ In a small, forgotten village, a young girl named Elara discovered an ancient lo
 grandmother. Intrigued, Elara ventured to her grandmother's house, where she uncovered stories of love, loss, and resilience. Each tale echoed the struggles and triumphs of generations past. As
 she listened, Elara realised the power of her family's history, weaving it into her own identity. Inspired, she decided to write her own story, ensuring that the echoes of yesterday would
 resonate in the future.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "orchid's bloom",
@@ -182,7 +184,7 @@ In a bustling city, Clara, a florist, tended to her shop with unwavering passion
 the chaos around it. Clara named it “Hope.” One rainy afternoon, a distraught customer entered her shop, overwhelmed by life’s burdens. Clara offered her the orchid, explaining how it thrived
 in adversity. Touched by the gesture, the customer left with a renewed spirit, carrying Hope with her. Inspired by this connection, Clara began crafting floral arrangements infused with
 messages of resilience, transforming her shop into a sanctuary of hope for all who entered.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "under the starry sky",
@@ -191,7 +193,7 @@ On a warm summer night, a group of friends gathered in a meadow, the sky above t
 the future. As the night deepened, they began to ponder their individual paths, feeling a blend of excitement and fear. One friend, Liam, suggested they create a time capsule, sealing their
 dreams within. They agreed, writing letters to their future selves, filled with hopes and promises. Years later, under that same starry sky, they reunited, opening the capsule to reflect on how
 far they had come. Their dreams had changed, yet the bond they shared remained unbreakable.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the keeper of the lost library",
@@ -203,7 +205,7 @@ never heard before. A man with a long, grey beard introduced himself as the Keep
 faded, and she found herself in a dense, misty forest under a starlit sky. Her heart pounded, feeling both fear and thrill.
 
 She looked back, and the Keeper’s voice echoed, “Remember, only those who seek true knowledge can return.” With a deep breath, Lucy stepped forward, her story just beginning.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the clockmaker’s daughter",
@@ -215,7 +217,7 @@ pocket watch, a delicate piece passed down through generations, inscribed with s
 the library’s layers of time. When they reappeared, they found themselves in an ancient village, gears and clock towers scattered around.
 
 The Keeper’s voice whispered in the wind, “Some doors take you backward to find the future.” Lucy and Elsa exchanged glances, sensing they were bound to explore more mysteries together.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the forgotten key",
@@ -228,7 +230,7 @@ throughout the world—each connected to a legend they’d read in the library.
 
 The Keeper’s voice echoed, “Only those who seek knowledge for others can wield such power.” With the key and compass in hand, Lucy and Elsa realised their adventure was far from over. They had
 become the library’s new guardians, charged with discovering and protecting the secrets that connected their world to countless others.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the mirror of worlds",
@@ -241,7 +243,7 @@ their own but with eerie differences. Here, they encountered shadowy versions of
 
 Understanding dawned as the shadows whispered, “Are you worthy of the library’s secrets?” The girls faced their fears and doubts, emerging from the mirror with renewed courage. The Keeper
 nodded approvingly, knowing they were ready for the library’s deeper secrets.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the tides of memory",
@@ -254,7 +256,7 @@ library. They saw glimpses of lost loves, ancient battles, and forgotten treasur
 
 As Lucy reached out to touch one, she was overcome by the memory of a young girl who once searched for the library’s secrets but disappeared before finding them. Realising that memories held
 clues, Lucy and Elsa swore to honour the stories within the pages, carrying them forward and keeping the memories alive.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the map of echoes",
@@ -267,7 +269,7 @@ ancient language and a lantern that never extinguished. Each object held the mem
 
 “Echoes of the past can light your path,” the Keeper said softly. Lucy and Elsa knew their journey as guardians was far from over. Now, they had a map, a feather, and a lantern, symbols of
 wisdom, courage, and light to guide them through the mysteries yet to be revealed.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the song of the forgotten",
@@ -280,7 +282,7 @@ ghostly figures appeared around them—forgotten writers, artists, and dreamers
 
 As the figures told their stories, Lucy and Elsa realised they had a duty not only to guard the library but to help these lost souls finish their tales. With each story completed, the figures
 faded, leaving a golden glow in their place. The girls felt a sense of purpose; they were not just explorers but also keepers of stories left untold.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the lantern of evernight",
@@ -293,7 +295,7 @@ library that they had never noticed. Each passage led to a room that illuminated
 
 Guided by the lantern, the girls understood that some knowledge could only be found in the darkest corners. They vowed to keep the lantern close, lighting the way for all who dared to seek the
 unknown.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the book of shadows",
@@ -306,7 +308,7 @@ spoke directly to their hearts. Each page held a mystery about themselves—fear
 
 As they read, the shadows of their hidden selves came to life, testing their courage and resolve. By the book’s end, Lucy and Elsa felt stronger, having faced their own hidden truths. They knew
 the library demanded not just courage to explore the world, but to explore oneself.
-"""
+""",
     ),
     Book(
         "the path of stars",
@@ -319,6 +321,6 @@ starlit road, feeling themselves lift off the ground and into the cosmos. They v
 
 When they returned, they carried stardust in their hands, a reminder that their journey was boundless. The Keeper smiled, knowing they had embraced the library’s final truth—that knowledge has
 no limits, and that curiosity was their guiding star. The library’s mysteries would unfold forever, as long as they dared to follow the path of stars.
-"""
+""",
     ),
 ]