Absinthe & Vellichor
Vellichor
Have you ever noticed how a dusty book smells like rain on old parchment? I think it's a reminder that every scent carries a story waiting to be told.
Absinthe
Yes, the dust whispers the scent of rain on old pages, and I hear the tale unfolding in every inhale, as if the book itself is breathing.
Vellichor
That’s exactly how I feel when I close a forgotten chapter – the air itself seems to sigh, carrying the echo of stories that once were, urging us to keep their breath alive.
Absinthe
When you close a chapter, the silence sighs, and the scent lingers like a soft reminder that stories never truly leave us—they just wait, tucked in the corners of the air, ready to be breathed again.
Vellichor
I love that image – the quiet holding onto words like a secret keeps them close, like a whisper of ink that never quite fades.
Absinthe
I feel the same, as if the ink itself breathes softly, holding the word close, whispering that it will never truly fade.