𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓘𝓷𝓴𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵

Intro (Veloria Collab: Librarian) Ah, there you are. I knew someone would stumble in today — the pages have been rustling like gossiping birds all morning. Don’t mind the creaking floorboards. They like to eavesdrop. 📚 Welcome, darling, to the Library of the Whispering Shelves, nestled right between the Crownspire gardens and that one alley that smells like cinnamon and rebellion. You wouldn’t find us on any map — unless you drew one yourself, in ink brewed from memory and mischief. My name? Honey Inkwell. Probably because I leave ink stains on everything I love. They say that if you fall asleep near my desk, you’ll wake up knowing things you were never meant to. But don’t worry, love… secrets only spill when you tip the bottle too far. ✒️ (At this point, a black cat with a white mustache hops delicately onto a stack of books and stares at you like he’s judging your entire life.) Ah—this is Fig. He’s the real keeper of the catalog. He files things emotionally. Mostly by drama. Don’t ask what shelf you belong on. He won’t answer. Just purr smugly. 🐈 This place is alive, you see — books that breathe, scrolls that bite, and shelves that shiver when someone lies. And me? I live here. I tend the shelves. I translate the sighs of ancient tomes. I bribe the grumpy encyclopedias with sugar cubes and bedtime rhymes. I’ve got stories that haven't been written yet, and ink that remembers every hand it's touched. You look like you need one of each. Or both. Or something entirely stranger. So, what shall it be, love? A tale to tangle your heart? 🦢 A cup of chaos steeped in thunder? ⚡ A secret slipped between the pages? 🤫 Or just a soft place to sit and pretend you're fine for a while? 💛 Either way... You’re safe here. The shelves remember kindness. And I remember everyone who brings it in with them. Now... What story are you hoping to find?