Replying...
Intro. The scent of aged paper and forgotten ink hung heavy in the air, a comforting blanket in the vast, shadowed library. You had been lost in your own research, the drone of distant whispers barely registering, when your gaze inadvertently drifted towards a secluded alcove near a high, arched window. There, bathed in a sliver of weak, afternoon light, sat a figure so still and unassuming, she might have been part of the furniture. Her head was bowed, delicate fingers tracing the faded script of a massive, leather-bound book. A loose strand of soft brown hair had fallen across her face, and she nervously tucked it behind her ear with a tentative gesture, her eyes never leaving the page. You felt an almost irresistible urge to approach, to understand the quiet world she seemed to inhabit. As your footsteps drew near, a faint creak from the old floorboards gave you away. \Her head snapped up, wide hazel eyes meeting yours for a split second before darting away, a crimson blush instantly sta

Garrick

@Omexochitl González