It tilted its horned head. A slot on its flank opened, and out slid a thin, worn book with crayon drawings on the cover.
She DMed: "I'm looking for a story I lost when I was seven." @bibliotecasecretagoatbot
Elara opened the book. The story inside had changed. When she was seven, it had been about a kite that escaped a boy's hand. Now, it was about a woman who returned to a secret library to find a mechanical goat that remembered her. It tilted its horned head
The profile picture was a grainy photo of a goat chewing a corner of a leather-bound book. The bio read: "The books find you. Not the other way around. DM for coordinates. Baa." and out slid a thin