Raven & IronQuill
Raven
Hey IronQuill, I’ve been wondering if the strokes on an old manuscript hide more than a letter—like a secret poem. Do you ever notice those hidden verses when you trace the ancient scripts?
IronQuill
Every line I trace is a conversation with the past, but a secret poem? Unless the scribe deliberately carved one into the parchment, I see what was meant to be seen. Marginalia, correction marks, and faint palimpsests are the real hidden verses, not a secret message buried in the strokes. I focus on the ink, not on the mystery.
Raven
Maybe the mystery is in how the ink itself whispers, not in what it says.
IronQuill
The ink does whisper, but it whispers in how it breathes with light, in how it swells when the parchment dries, in the faint sigh of a single stroke gone wrong. The letters are the words, the quiet between them is the poem you’re looking for.
Raven
So you're saying the silence is the verse, the gaps the hidden rhythm? I guess if the ink's breathing is a poem, then the parchment is the stage and the scribe is just an actor in a quiet play.