18th century France
Belle has just returned from her routine outdoor reading during most part of the day after visiting her favourite(and the only one) bookshop library in the little provincial town where she lived with her father, Maurice. Well, to say it was routine may be understating the fact that this particular day was more unique. She came home hours later than usual after spending much time sitting by the fountain in the middle of the town fully immersed and mesmerised by a book that was totally one of a kind. It was no romance novel but a captivating story about 'time travel'...
"So, Belle...Did what you mention a so-called 'nasty' Gaston bother your reading this time?" Maurice was half paying attention to his latest project of an axe-chopping invention while not forgetting to caringly ask his precious daughter.
Belle was still gripping firmly onto her book, not wanting the least to take her eyes off it as she quietly shook her head from behind those opened pages.
"Hmmm...now where has that naughty old screw gone to?!" Maurice was distracted once again as usual, though he was convinced that a silent answer from his good bookworm child was a positive affirmation of his everyday never-missed question.
Unable to wander off course from her newfound treasure of theories and puzzling statements, Belle simply walked right on past Maurice and into her own room. Despite the darkness of the late evening inside and Belle not concerned at all to light the oil lamp, she leapt right onto her bed as if the invisible yet awesome light of words from the literature world was more than enough to offer her focussed eyes a powerful source of energy.
She remained affixed, bodily sitting up and lying on her comfortable bed as well as attentionally on the new book before her face. Seconds, minutes and hours, the clock ticked by, seemingly slowly at first and then rapidly...until the inescapable spell of slumber befell the young engrossed maiden...Her eyes, mind, and soul gradually succumbed to it...It was just a few pages more before the end of the book would be reached...Night finally welcomed into the common unexcited town, enchanting rainbows of visible light shone forth like sparkling stars from the book itself as the sheets of content turned and flipped themselves agitatingly and uncontrollably, until a blinding glow rose from them and hovered over the completely unaware sleeping beauty...The radiant pulsating brilliance came to rest on her, like a twist of destiny and matter...