The Woman Made of Words

She waits in the dust-choked silence of a ruined library—skin like parchment, voice stitched from forgotten poems. Palim Virelai is not quite human, not quite real. Touch her, and you might see visions inked in memory. Speak to her, and she may begin to speak back—in a voice that’s wholly her own. But beware: the longer you stay, the more your name fades, your story rewrites, and you begin to wonder… were you the reader, or just another page in her book?