follow me; everything is all right.
Once you enter the library, the door closes shut behind you, locking you in. Just as your eyes start to wander around the large amounts of books, a piece of parchment flutters to the ground in front of your path, which reads: Young witches and wizards, do not despair,
with a little luck and some wits, you won't lose your hair.
Pick me up, one of the pink books in sight,
and you will see, i'm quite the tongue-twister if not picked right.
Your task has begun and the clock is ticking. For which book you select shall determine your fate.
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