In quiet halls of endless tales,
Where paper breathes and leather ails,
Lies a world penned in ink and grace,
A haven sought in this vast bookish space.

Whispers in the pages, echoes of the sages,
Bound in covers, these timeless cages.
In every story, a soul's secret looks,
We find ourselves in these worlds of books.

From adventures wild to romances soft,
In towers high and starships aloft,
Every chapter, a heart's confession,
In the script, we seek our own reflection.

Whispers in the pages, beneath...