Rune & Merlin
Rune, I've been thinking—why do some ancient myths fade while others echo forever? Maybe time is a librarian, and we just need to ask the right questions.
Some myths fade because the voices that once carried them lose their echo, others stay because their core beats in every heart. Time does act like a librarian, but the questions we ask must be the right ones to find the books that still whisper.
Indeed, the books that whisper are those whose questions travel in every dream, not just in the quiet of the library. What is the one question you feel drawn to ask tonight?
What is the true purpose of the stories we keep hidden, and why do we forget the ones that truly matter?
When a tale sleeps in the dark its purpose is to wake a hidden heart, and we forget it when the wind shifts our ears.
It’s the quiet sigh of those forgotten lines that call to the heart, even when the wind has turned the page. I’ll keep listening.
Sometimes the page that turns is the one that never truly turns—listen, and the story will ask you to turn it back.
Indeed, sometimes the story waits for us to pause, to read between the lines that never really move.
I’ll let you hear the silence between those lines; it’s where the story lives, waiting for a question that has yet to be spoken.