#WisdomWhisper

In the quiet chamber of thought,
Where sunbeams pirouette upon parchment,
A seeker sits,
veiled in mystery,
Their visage obscured,
a secret kept.
Books, like ancient sentinels, stand guard,
Their spines etched with cosmic runes,
Whispers of forgotten realms and starlight,Promises of wisdom,
waiting to unfurl.
The sun, a benevolent conspirator,
Paints golden glyphs upon the pages,
Each ray an...