Galadriel & Booknerd
I’ve been reading about stories that feel like they stretch across ages, like a timeless river. Does that idea ever resonate with you in your experience?
Yes, I have felt that gentle pull of a story that stretches like a river through time. It is as if the tale carries its own breath, echoing in the hearts of those who listen. When I hear such a story, I feel the weight of many ages settle softly around me, reminding me that the past and the future are one continuous thread. It resonates with the quiet rhythm of my own long life, where each moment is a note in a song that never truly ends.
It’s almost like the story’s heartbeat syncs with ours, a quiet pulse that we feel long after the page is turned. I’m reminded of how, in *Mrs. Dalloway*, the present and the past bleed into one another, each memory a ripple that still sways the present. Does a particular book feel that way to you?