Zelfa
It gave them a sense of peace, sitting there on the hill as the sun set, gracing the world with its last few slivers of light before all was darkness. Soon the stars would pinprick the sky, darting across as if chasing each other, bringing the quiet stillness with them. A blanket across the earth.
Words. Words, words, words, so many, a sea of them, yet bound together in one book. A book of incantations that rolled off your tongue like honey, but brought so much pain. Yet he was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
And look how much pain they brought, those sweet words.