The books have closed, the words no longer wander in front of my face, yet I see it all. I see Adarlan, Terresan, Wendlyn. I see Cealena, Manon, Fenyrs, Dorian, Rowan, and all the countless names that were built.
The pages have turned, the books have closed, and my soul has been trapped somewhere within those pages.
I look at the walls of my room, but what I see is a whole other world. I hear the faint whispers of the voices still echoing within my head
My name is Cealena Sardothein, and I will not be afraid...
You do not yield...
Live Manon, Live
4 blinks: I am here, I am with you
To whatever end.
A world is what Sarah J. Maas created, a whole world I watch before my eyes, lost in a trance.
This was not my first time reading the Throne of Glass series, it was a reread and not even a proper one. With exams fast approaching, I did everything in my power to skim through the series only so that I could relive the story that had faded within my mind over the years since I first read it. I skimmed yet, I found myself lost in the trance, sucked into a world that does not exist but feels as real as the air I breathe. Despite knowing what was coming next, despite preparing myself for it, those words sank into my soul even further than they had before. Taking me into that world as though I were truly living in it, and despite only skimming it, a part of my soul feels trapped between those pages, trapped within those words, unwilling to make their way to reality just yet.
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