Bound By Pages

wrap around the soul like a blanket. Lily positioned a vintage stepladder beside a towering bookshelf, the highest shelves teasing her with the

distant echoes. Her hand stretched towards a leather-bound edition of "Around the World in Eighty Days," her fingertips

gaze found Lily perched among the clouds of stories. He approached with a quiet

was tinted with humour, reverberating softly bet

him. "Just trying to keep the world within reach," she replied, casting him a smile

ength. "Perhaps I can assist in charting the course," he offered, his hand

graphy of tales. The proximity brought a shared warmth, a closeness that

capturing the tome and handing it to Lily. "A classic j

" Lily said with a laugh that held a whisper

n invisible thread weaving their story. The world around them felt vast and yet intimate in that sm

ote in his tone as Lily stretched a bit t

for the unreachable," she admitted, her v

of support. "Then it's good you have someone willing to

reflection of herself but a shared vision of what could be-a journe

inding solid ground once more. But something had shifted-the air between

anticipation of shared discoveries yet to come. And in the silence that settled over "The Wandering Word," the books whis