Akashic Records Is this all there is to Me? An age-worn mask made of bone, enfolded by flesh.

Two voids in place of eyes reflect the vacancy inside. Books stacked and scattered across an empty room. ne tho!sand and one stories restlessly wait to be released. "!rio!s, books. ne tho!sand and one reflections #tare back at me as I grasp them $ike a mirror%s vine-engraved handle. A secret r!stles inside each book& 'ieces of the past are pressed against (ellow-tinted pages. They hide in )ivendell r the #hire, waiting for the wind to carry Their whispers as I reopen Another d!st-covered book. I have always tho!ght that books are the best keepsakes. I deposit memories inside each #tory-bo*, where they ferment like grapes waiting to into*icate my senses with entwining tales of +rodo and the )ing, and my brother%s first soccer game. The forest of $othl,rien and a white-lined green field, -obbits and m!d-spattered boys Intertwine aro!nd the empty spaces between the printed ink Inside a charcoal sheathed book.