A black hole appeared in the YA section of the library. It was already big enough to pull books off shelves when the specialist arrived with her assistant in tow.
“Follow my lead,” she said.
She began shouting at the singularity.
“I looked at myself in the mirror and described my physical appearance! I realized I wasn’t a farm boy but secretly a prince! And then I woke up!”
The anomaly began to shrink and disappeared with a pop.
“What happened?” the junior librarian asked.
“Literary black holes suck you in through storytelling. You just have to break their immersion.”

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