Opening the relic book gives out shine to the eyes. Flips of pages whisking the ears of hearing. Words in line are written align with black ink. Row by row the words placed on the parchment. Reading the first give vibes through the spine. As the eyes moves to read word to word, the elixir of content is drank by it. From the brightest to the darkest of secrets that lies within the diary, even when its our own. The more peruse, the more known. The soul can see those of about the life of another soul or itself. Looking back what it wrote brought back those visions of memories. There are in paragraphs, poems, and even drawn picture. For those, some may have photos with tapes on its vertices. Oh, the book bring such wonder. Every different book has a different story of a person. That makes it unique. One intrigued is those about their crushes, love ones. Hidden from the person, the pen or pencil carve words of that from the writer about its feelings. The bottled up extract of emotions transfer through the ink of the blade. " You are so special to me, I love you" some may wrote this. There are some may be like ; "Oh, you look rather dashing with that shirt of yours". Sadly, there are also some like this ; "You used to be more like that. Where did you go ?" or "How dare you did something like that to me?". All of this are on the book, blind the eyes to those who the writer want to show to. That is what brings the book its magic. Secrets from a diary is a powerful spell worthy cast by a wise warlock.
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