I sit on a shelf dusty and grey, 📚 In shadowed corners where memories half-obscure the day. I once was loved, held close and tight; ❤️ My pages turned tonight in soft golden light ✨. Now I'm forgotten, my cover worn, my spine cracked, my title jaded and torn 😔. Once alive with whispers, tales, and dreams, 💭 It would seem now I just linger on in silence....