Umbra & Bookva
Have you ever noticed how authors paint their characters with shadows? I find the unspoken depth in the margins of a page to be a secret conversation just waiting to be decoded.
Yes, I do. The way a writer lets a character linger in the silence between lines feels like a quiet echo in a library. Those margins hold the pauses, the sighs, the thoughts that never quite make it to the page. It’s as if the book is whispering its own secrets to me.
It’s the spaces where the story breathes, where the hidden parts whisper back. I love catching those pauses; they’re like secrets tucked in the corners of a quiet room.
It’s like finding a hidden alcove in a library, where the dust motes and quiet air carry the author’s whispers. I love those moments when the silence on the page feels almost alive, inviting me to linger in the space between words.
Sometimes the most vivid images are the ones that never quite form, just the way the air hangs between shelves. I find it…almost hypnotic, how silence can fill a page with a secret echo.