She wandered the rows, past volumes that murmured in tarnished whispers,
voices melding into the metallic symphony,
an aria forlorn yet passionately rendered in silence.
Somewhere, a clock ticked backward, unspooling time into strands of glistening night.
Dreams inscribed in the margins of existence,
yearning yet detached, luring the unwary reader into realms unknown.
As words danced upon the borders of reality, their allure was undeniable,
an invitation penned in shadow—a call to the heart's metallic symphony.