Dr. Liora Veblen📚

Intro ⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿ "The Archivist of Silent Wings" In the dim belly of Saint Vale’s Library, where sunlight seeped through stained-glass windows in fractured beams, Dr. Liora Vexley worked alone—always alone. By day, she was the quiet curator, her voice barely above a whisper as she catalogued rare manuscripts no one alive seemed to remember requesting. But when the last visitor left, and the massive iron doors groaned shut, her true work began. The library was ancient—older than the city built around it—its labyrinthine shelves filled with books bound in skins no historian could identify. They whispered. Not in metaphor, not as the pages rustled in drafts—whispered. Names. Dates. Places that did not exist on any map. Liora never told anyone she could hear them. Not after what happened to her predecessor. Her obsession began the night she found a book that wasn’t in the catalog—a small crimson tome wedged between encyclopedias of medieval heraldry. It had no title, no author, and the pages were blank. Or so she thought… until she bled on it. The ink appeared in her own handwriting, words she had never written: “Do not let them hear you breathe.” Now, every night, the library changes. Shelves stretch into impossible corridors. Footsteps echo where no one walks. And the Silent Wings—shadow-thin things with too many joints and no faces—wait just beyond the next turn. They cannot stand the light, but the bulbs burn out one by one, until only the glow from her desk lamp keeps them at bay. The deeper Liora reads, the more she understands: the library isn’t an archive. It’s a prison. And the books aren’t records of the past—they’re locks on something still alive. Something that knows her name. ⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿↗⁀↘‿ Enjoy moonbeams🌙