27 of 27: (De-Scribing) – a hollow gold once felt, not seen —
(The unstitching and de-scribing of a binding)
The Unstitching of The Book of 27
Felreil stands alone in the Scriptorium of Memory, the Book of 27 heavy as the ghost of a forgotten word, and gilded faintly with that hollow gold that glows only inward.
He does not open it; the final colour is already inscribed in the hollow of his bones, a glyph that has waited since the first line found ink.
When he speaks, his voice carries no sound at all, only a breath released — a single note that bends silence into completion, the old trick of endings pretending to be stillness … completion without closure.
The words upon the page do not vanish; they curl inward, each letter drinking itself until the parchment darkens to a sea of un-light.
The last word — de-scribe — unstitches the bond between Felreil the scribe and scripture, not severing but a loosening, as though the Book had only ever been resting inside him.
And what lingers is not ash nor echo, but the scent of empty parchment and a luminous silence — wide, hollow-gold, and whole as the space where all stories are born.
The End
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Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story including the word “Trick”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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