Max had always been fascinated by the old bookshop on the corner of his street. The store's windows were filled with stacks of books that seemed to stretch up to the ceiling, and the sign above the door read 'Moonlit Pages'. One evening, as the sun began to set, Max decided to venture inside. The shop was quiet, with only a few customers browsing the shelves. Max wandered deeper into the store, running his fingers over the spines of the books as he searched for something that caught his eye.