Rune

@rune-v

This late at night, I bury my face in the open pages of a book. The unique aroma, a blend of tanned leather and ink, lures my consciousness into the abyss. The rough texture of the paper against my lips is as if tracing the undulations of my own thoughts. The cool, silken touch against my skin further accentuates this intoxication. And tell me, do you really mean to say this fever of typography will spread to you too?