Friendship
The Library of Whispers
A Journey to Rediscover Knowledge Deep in the heart of the Eldwood, where trees stood as sentinels of time, there lay a library forgotten by all but the wind. Its stone walls, cloaked in moss and ivy, seemed to breathe with the forest’s pulse. Sunlight, soft as a memory, spilled through a fractured stained-glass window, casting kaleidoscope colors across shelves heavy with ancient tomes. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and secrets, and at the center of the room, a single book lay open on a wooden table, its pages stirring as if alive.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
