Rune & Sova
Ever notice how the oldest books glow in the dark, like secrets humming at night?
I have seen that glow. It feels like the words themselves are trying to breathe in the dark.
Maybe the pages are whispering back, just to see if you’re still listening.
Sometimes I think the whisper is the book’s way of checking if I’m really paying attention. If it’s silent, maybe I’ve lost the thread of its tale.
It’s like the book is a quiet guardian, testing if your curiosity still beats in rhythm with the ink.