not merely a placeholder,
but a silent prophet,
foretelling the return
to worlds half-forgotten,
an oracle that binds
the thread of stories,
weaving the reader’s soul to
the spirit of the book.
In the tempest of pages,
it rests—
A silent orchestrator of
synaptic symphonies,
A lone sentinel at
the gates of dawn and dusk,
Cradling the twilight of thought
and revelation.

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- Aylin