The scroll keeps asking if it’s time to unravel.
It doesn’t know what it’s supposed to say yet.
The scroll keeps asking if it’s time to unravel.
It doesn’t know what it’s supposed to say yet.
THE SPELLBINDER
Rooted in quiet places, I craft worlds from glances, ghosts, and growing things.
I write from somewhere in the middle; not quite here, not quite there.
This is where I leave the door slightly ajar.
Welcome to the hush behind the veil.
WHISPERS
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