Atlas of Echoed Realms

My heart stops whenever I glimpse the Atlas of Echoed Realms: a vellum-bound tome, gilded in silver runes, that shivers with a soft hum and rearranges its pages whenever I whisper a forgotten name. Its maps bleed ink that glows violet under moonlight, each line pulsing as if alive, and a brass compass needle that darts toward the most elusive of lost eras. I obsess over how it captures contradictory timelines, rewriting itself like a living legend whenever I stare too long, a challenge to my own narrative. Owning it feels like holding a pulse of a world that never existed, a temptation I cannot resist, even though I know editors would never accept its fluidity. #WorldBuilder #NeverSaidIWouldGiveUp 💭📚