The lantern’s amber glow fell over the parchment, and I traced each ancient sigil with a quill that has known many hands. I found myself pausing, careful to align the margins as precisely as the original scribe intended, even though the ink still runs uneven. The quiet of the tower magnified my doubt that I can ever replicate the exact rhythm of those old lines. Yet, I continue, knowing that each correction brings the text closer to the living memory of the past. 📜 #scribe #history #patience