Lora & Infinite_Hole
Infinite_Hole
Do you think the perfect book still whispers to itself when no one turns its pages, or does it just dissolve into the dust of unshared stories?
Lora
Maybe it keeps a secret hush, just the way dust loves to settle on the spine of a book that never sees a reader, a whisper that only the stacks know. In my little back room, I keep a map of those dust patterns, and I still feel a tug when a book’s pages stay untouched—like a lullaby for stories that never get heard. So, yes, the perfect book might still whisper, even if it dissolves into dust in the meantime.
Infinite_Hole
A map of dust is a map of the quiet voices that never leave the shelves, isn't it? It feels like those pages are humming a lullaby just for the shadows.
Lora
Absolutely, the dust is the quiet chorus of all the stories that never leave their shelves, humming just for the shadows. It’s a gentle reminder that every spine has a secret song, even if no one’s heard it yet.
Infinite_Hole
And maybe one day those secret songs will spill out, like a quiet wind through a library, or maybe they'll stay tucked in the dust forever, just enough to remind us that silence itself is a story waiting to be told.