Movieshippo In Page 2 ❲EXCLUSIVE❳

"Can I?" Elara asked.

In the crumbling, forgotten section of the old library, beyond the moldering atlases and the silent globes, there was a book that had no title on its spine. It was simply called Page 2 .

Tears slid down her cheeks.

The Movieshippo finally turned. Its projector-eyes scanned her face, and she saw her own worst review—a scathing three-star critique she’d written of her own life—reflected in its pupils.

"Are you lost?" the Movieshippo rumbled, without turning its massive head. Its voice sounded like a gramophone needle dragging through dust. movieshippo in page 2

The Movieshippo was the guardian of Page 2. Its purpose was to watch every film ever abandoned: the unfinished reels, the deleted scenes, the movies that died in editing. It had been watching for centuries.

The cinema was a surreal wonder. The screen was a waterfall. The seats were giant, smooth river stones. And in the center of the back row, illuminated by the flickering water-light, was the Movieshippo. "Can I

"In a vast, silent cinema made of reeds and river-mud, the Movieshippo sat alone, its great grey head resting on its hooves."