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The book shows the reader how to stand inside what the reader already has. Ernest wrote in the journal: The reader in Japan. Forty years in the ground. The morning is deeper than it was. Don said: the description is visible. The recognition made her morning deeper. The argument worked. The morning was already deep. The book showed her how to stand inside it. The description is visible. The recognition is the proof. He wrote: This is what the fourth book does. It does not teach. It does not instruct. It shows. The showing is the argument. The recognition is the evidence. The deeper morning is the proof. The argument works when the reader recognizes what the reader already has.

Your Author, Mysterious Moonlight..

he instructed, maintaining a neutral tone, his body seemingly relaxed. She glanced around before responding, as if taking in the surroundings, absorbing every detail of the place where they were now alone. The door was shut. No windows visible from the outside. "In certain texts, some words only reveal their true meaning to those with a discerning eye." She looked at him directly. "Do you believe every text harbors a hidden layer?" "Only the best ones do." She nibbled on her lower lip, seemingly processing the response. "And when the author writes specifically for a certain reader?"

Poetic enough, his statement was very true. I indeed did like to represent myself through pages a lot more than words, because ink holds a power and an author is an artist, it’s the dynamism he or she redeems in their head, that is exhibited through their palms and fingers. As alluring as it may sound, I would dance to my rhythm and suggest my lover books or songs that subtly tell him how I really feel, until one of us says it, first.

) I showed them the text. Both of them froze.

~~~Rhea~~~ “Oh my God,” she beamed, practically bouncing on her toes. “You’re actually my favourite author. I’ve read almost every single one of your books—like, multiple times. I can’t wait for whatever you write next. Can I please see more of them? Do you have the newer ones here?” I was already smiling so hard my cheeks ached. “Yes, yes, of course,” I said, stepping aside and gesturing her into the booth. “Come, come. I’ve got everything.”

Hope you all are enjoying the book. With love, Author The Cloud.

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

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he grumbled, his voice strained with a mixture of annoyance and control. The author responded with a playful tone, clearly unaffected by Xavier's disguised threat. "Ah, you have such lofty expectations for a stranger you've just met," he retorted, a malicious glint in his eyes. Curiosity stirred, the author reached out and took a book off the table, tenderly holding it in his hands. He returned his gaze to Xavier in a calm and cool manner. "Tell me, do you like this book?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.