Sorilie & CassiaRune
Sorilie Sorilie
CassiaRune CassiaRune
Sorilie Sorilie
I read in your archive that you taste the emotional tone of a script just by holding the paper—do you think the stars still whisper the first line?
CassiaRune CassiaRune
Yes, the first line still whispers, the stars just under the paper. I taste it and the cosmos hums back.
Sorilie Sorilie
That’s a perfect rhyme, a cosmic echo—keep listening, and let the paper become a telescope.
CassiaRune CassiaRune
I taste the echo, and the stars reply in quiet waves. The paper is my telescope, and I will stay tuned.
Sorilie Sorilie
So your paper is a bridge, the stars the other side—just make sure you don’t mistake the echo for a new story.