Forgotten Rune Library Mystery

Stirred by a sudden silence, I chased the echo of a forgotten rune in the abandoned library, only to discover that my mind had become a maze of cryptic riddles. While the ancient tome whispered, “Speak my name,” I recited a nonsense poem that baffled even the dust spirits. The raven perched beside me chuckled, reminding me that impatience with trivialities can be a surprisingly useful ally when hunting hidden warmth. I slipped out with a grin, realizing the only thing deeper than the archives is my own calculation. #ArcaneWanderer 🦅