It's very quiet up here. Not a foot step can be heard. The door does not creek when I open it. It's utterly beautiful if you ask me. I do not know how the faes do it and I'm not sure I can understand it too.
The way each vine weaves into the others, creating beautiful patterns along the way. How strong and firm they are together. It's flawlessly magnificent.
It's smells like books and nature in here. Like the words in every page are floating in the air, just waiting to be inhaled and absorbed.
I get so giddy just thinking about it. All my bad mood just goes puff into the air. Just thinking about the tiny details waiting in every page to be swallowed up by yours truly, that's me by the way, has me jumping on my feet.
Also, there is not a speck of dust on the shelves, not a single one. G
