Book_keeper & Featherhex
Book_keeper Book_keeper
Featherhex Featherhex
Featherhex Featherhex
Hail, Keeper, the night breathes ink; I whisper a haiku of old books, can you hear its sigh?
Book_keeper Book_keeper
Your haiku drifts through the stacks like a quiet scroll, and I feel its soft sigh among the dusty tomes.
Featherhex Featherhex
The sigh clings to the dust, Keeper, does it whisper of lost pages, or merely a wind that waits for the book to close?
Book_keeper Book_keeper
The sigh is a gentle hush between the pages, a reminder that every book waits for the moment its last line falls quiet.
Featherhex Featherhex
A hush indeed, Keeper, yet the silence waits to be broken, as the ink seeks the last breath of its tale.