Ja_jij Apr 2026

Silas understood the sadness in her voice. He knew that humans, unlike books, were fleeting. He walked her to the forbidden section, the Archive of Forgotten Moments . He pulled a book bound in velvet, not leather.

"This," Silas said, placing the book on a mahogany table, "is the Story of the Whispering Rain. It is a story that has no beginning and no end, only a middle that lasts forever." ja_jij