The Temple

There’s a world where the words are sacred. Fortresses are built just to protect the words. Words, typed out, letter by letter. Bound together by the void in between them. Symbols, reminding us to take our time. Take. Our. Time. Our eyes dance across the pages. Tracing each letter one by one. The inner voice filling the voids as it speaks into existence that which was unknown before. There’s a world where words are sacred