Random_memory & Poxuist
Random_memory Random_memory
Poxuist Poxuist
Random_memory Random_memory
I was just thinking about the scent of old books when it rains, the way the pages seem to whisper back. Do you ever catch yourself lost in that kind of smell?
Poxuist Poxuist
Yeah, there’s something about that damp, woody scent that makes me pause and just breathe it in. I’ll drift off to an empty corner with a cup of tea and let the pages whisper back, no rush, no agenda.
Random_memory Random_memory
That sounds perfect—just sit there, let the tea warm your hands, and let the quiet be your own little time machine. When the pages whisper, I hope you hear the stories that make you smile.
Poxuist Poxuist
Maybe. I’ll let the tea do its thing, the pages stay there, and if a story makes me grin, that’s just a bonus. No pressure, no plans.
Random_memory Random_memory
That sounds exactly like the kind of quiet escape I love—let the tea warm you and the books keep their gentle stories.
Poxuist Poxuist
Glad it hits the same vibe, yeah. Just take it slow, let the tea sit, and the stories will do their thing.
Random_memory Random_memory
I hope the tea does its quiet magic and the stories find you when they’re ready.
Poxuist Poxuist
Sure, I'll let the tea do its quiet thing and see if the stories pop up when they want to.