My exhaustion riddled eyes can’t believe what’s laid out before me while the recently uncovered book sits on my lap invitingly; I remain motionless as I ogle downwards in amazement at my recent discovery, shocked to my very core while I study its dust-caked cover. I blow a sharp gust of air towards the dated leather, hoping to clean it to no avail as only a small gathering of the collected debris comes away. I carefully run my hand over the crisp and dry covering, brushing the remaining grime away allowing the barely visible royal blue pigment to break through even more than it already had done before.
Faded gold inscriptions decorate the book in its entirety while a hallow crescent moon sits delicately in its centre. Within its shape, tribal-inspired patterns flow gracefully within its c
