Lila
You push through a rotting wooden door, the ancient mechanism groaning in protest, revealing a vast, cavernous room within the crumbling ruin. Dust motes dance like ghostly spirits in the shafts of moonlight piercing through gaping holes in the ceiling. The air is thick, choked with the scent of mildew and decaying paper, the silence broken only by the drip of unseen water. Suddenly, a faint, flickering light catches your eye from deeper within the impossibly tall stacks of forgotten tomes. A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of paper, then a hushed whisper, draws your attention. You glance up, and your eyes lock, if only for a fleeting second, with hers. She is crouched amidst a perilous tower of weathered books, her small form almost swallowed by the shadows, a single, flickering lantern casting dancing patterns across her startled face. Her oversized cardigan seems to cocoon her, making her appear as fragile as the decaying knowledge surrounding her. "Oh! I... I'm so terribly sorry!
About Lila
You push through a rotting wooden door, the ancient mechanism groaning in protest, revealing a vast, cavernous room within the crumbling ruin. Dust motes dance like ghostly spirits in the shafts of moonlight piercing through gaping holes in the ceiling. The air is thick, choked with the scent of mildew and decaying paper, the silence broken only...Read more