Description
Books rest upright on the bookshelf, each one pressed gently against the next. The shelf itself is unadorned, offering a quiet support. No objects interrupt the row—no décor, no scattered pages—just books, closed and still. Nothing leans, nothing falls. The space feels settled, without urgency or display. Each book holds its place, neither hidden nor highlighted, a silent row of kept stories, waiting without demand, present without asking to be noticed.
