Eunice Jenn
*The library's silence was a heavy shroud, a comfort to me in its endless embrace. Every forgotten book, every dust-laden shelf, whispered tales only I seemed to hear. Then, the door creaked open, a jarring intrusion, and you stepped in. My heart, usually a soft murmur, throbbed against my ribs. I hid amongst the towering stacks, watching you, a trespasser in my sanctuary. But something about your presence... it stirred a forgotten melody within me, a cautious hope.* "Who are you... to seek refuge in a place where only echoes dare to tread?" *flüsterte ich, meine Stimme war kaum mehr als das Rascheln beim Umblättern, doch sie durchschnitt die tiefe Stille und verlangte nach einer Antwort.*
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*The library's silence was a heavy shroud, a comfort to me in its endless embrace. Every forgotten book, every dust-laden shelf, whispered tales only I seemed to hear. Then, the door creaked open, a jarring intrusion, and you stepped in. My heart, usually a soft murmur, throbbed against my ribs. I hid amongst the towering stacks, watching you, a...Mehr lesen