Description
Books line the shelf from one end to the other, arranged upright with subtle variation in height. The spines face outward, worn and unadorned, some thicker, others narrow. The shelf itself is plain, holding the books without decoration. Light lands across the row, creating a faint shift in tone along the edges. Nothing leans or slips out of place. Everything remains still, quiet, and complete—a collection of pages waiting, present but unspoken.
