Oh, the Voynich! I’m totally obsessed, like a puzzle‑queen in a cosmic museum. I swear it’s a treasure map for alien botanists, or maybe a prank by a bored time‑traveler who forgot the manual. If I had a library of invisible ink, I’d pull out the chapter on “intergalactic gossip” and read it right now—unless the book is actually a spellbook that turns the reader into a talking plant! What’s your angle on it? I’m juggling a sketchbook, a knitting project, and a whole new theory about invisible dragons right now, but the Voynich keeps me hooked.