Oooooo…just one more chapter before matins….
* Thanks to my mutual https://www.tumblr.com/sade-nh4 , a wordsmith of note that created this story just for this picture…you’re a star Sade!
“The dimness of the cell was barely dissipated by the trembling flicker of a wax candle. The silence of the convent was absolute, dense, and heavy, broken only by the almost imperceptible rustle of linen paper between her fingers. Sister Teresa held the clandestine volume with a mixture of reverence and guilt that only intensified the heat rising in her chest.
Beneath the heavy, coarse wool habit, her skin acquired an unfamiliar sensitivity. The words of the book, forbidden and beautiful, acted like liquid caresses. They described the encounter of two lovers under the Tuscan sun, silk gliding over bare shoulders, and the silent plea of parted lips.
Each sentence she read was a challenge to the stillness of her refuge. The contrast between the austerity of the stone walls and the exuberance of the narrative created a vibrant atmosphere, where time seemed to stand still. The candlelight cast dancing shadows that mimicked the movement of the characters in her imagination, transporting her far from the rigidity of her vows into a world of overflowing emotions.
She felt her pulse quicken in her temples as the story reached a point of no return. The struggle between devotion and human curiosity played out on every page turned. The scent of old paper and melting wax mingled with the intensity of the plot, enveloping her in a trance of pure fascination.
Suddenly, an almost imperceptible vibration in the air, the harbinger of dawn, brought her back to the reality of her cell. Duty awaited her beyond the heavy wooden doors, but the magnetism of the story was too powerful to ignore at that precise moment. With a sigh that mingled weariness with longing, she fixed her gaze once more on the printed words.
Ooooooh... just one more chapter before matins.
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