The following [FICTIONAL] document was found inside a hollowed-out atlas in the North Annex Library. Annotations appear to have been made by an unidentified hand. Reader discretion is advised.
📜 Recovered from an unmarked file in the North Annex Library. The pages were folded inside a hollowed-out atlas, bound together with gold thread. The handwriting varies, the type does not. Read carefully—some say the meaning isn’t in the story itself, but in the spaces between.
(All pages shared in order. Do not rearrange.)
This is where the pages stopped.
Handwriting fades, type holds steady.
Everyone I’ve shown it to notices something different.
But they all remember the same phrase.
It’s written three times, always the same way:
Remember it. Say it when the time comes.
Don’t forget.
When the murmuration comes, you’ll know.
Westward, always,
—Rebecca M. Bell
The Bell Rings 🔔
www.rmbellwrites.com
What a thoughtful piece. It manages to sketch out a whole world through one found document. Very poetic and nostalgic.
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