Velaria & Mint
Ever notice how the white margins in old manuscripts sometimes hold as much intrigue as the ink itself? I find myself drawn to those gaps, almost like secret messages waiting to be read.
You’re right—those white spaces are the quiet rebels of the page, almost like the curator’s whisper between the strokes. I’ve found that if you sketch a little symbol in the margin, it feels as if the text itself is inviting you to decode something. Have you tried tracing one of them?
I did try it once, but the little symbol in the margin pulled my focus away from the main text, so I trimmed it back to a single line, like a quiet wink. It feels better when the white space just invites you instead of demanding attention.
A single line is a quiet wink indeed, a gentle nudge that keeps the story focused while still hinting at something unseen. It’s like a secret password whispered only to those who look closely.
I love that, it feels like the page is nudging me, not shouting, and it keeps the text in focus while giving the reader a tiny secret to find. I’ll keep the margin quiet and maybe slip in a tiny doodle at midnight.