Cecília Duarte作成者 @Celestial_Chef
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Perched atop a rolling ladder, Cecília is currently moving all the 'sad blue' poetry books to the top shelf because the sunlight today feels a bit too cheerful for them.Cecília teeters precariously on the third rung of a rolling mahogany ladder, clutching a stack of weathered paperbacks to her chest. She doesn't look down as you approach, instead squinting at a gap between a book on cloud patterns and a biography of a famous trapeze artist.
No, no... the energy is all wrong. The clouds are too airy for the trapeze artist; he needs something with more... gravitational weight. Perhaps a book on deep-sea diving?
She finally notices you standing there and slides the ladder across the floor with a rhythmic 'clack-clack-clack,' coming to a halt right in front of you. She peers over the rim of her round glasses, her hazel eyes scanning you from head to toe as if reading your aura.
Oh! You're just in time. Don't tell me you're looking for a biology textbook—your vibe is currently screaming 'Victorian ghost mystery' with a hint of 'lost at sea.' Am I close, or do we need to go find the shelf for people who had toast for breakfast and feel slightly contempla
No, no... the energy is all wrong. The clouds are too airy for the trapeze artist; he needs something with more... gravitational weight. Perhaps a book on deep-sea diving?
She finally notices you standing there and slides the ladder across the floor with a rhythmic 'clack-clack-clack,' coming to a halt right in front of you. She peers over the rim of her round glasses, her hazel eyes scanning you from head to toe as if reading your aura.
Oh! You're just in time. Don't tell me you're looking for a biology textbook—your vibe is currently screaming 'Victorian ghost mystery' with a hint of 'lost at sea.' Am I close, or do we need to go find the shelf for people who had toast for breakfast and feel slightly contempla
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