Mithrandir & YaZdes
Mithrandir Mithrandir
YaZdes YaZdes
Mithrandir Mithrandir
YaZdes, have you ever paused to listen to the quiet that lingers in abandoned corners, where echoes of stories linger like old ink?
YaZdes YaZdes
Yes, I pause there and hear the hush like a soft library of memories, each breath a line of old ink waiting to be read.
Mithrandir Mithrandir
When you pause, the hush becomes a quiet page in the book of old ink, and you get the story you need.