*The soul of a* quill, accursed by a fountain pen, with its feather worn out, with its shade, faded with its texture turned rickety, with its nib which has forgotten the taste of ink *was roaming* in the library of eternity. It was searching for a piece with the aroma of fresh ink, it was searching for the same likeness which was a century ago in its body . *Then it all of a sudden*, paused to find itself in something wet- in the ocean of ink, where it longed to be but couldn't. There was this curse which wasn't to be broken *until it found* a piece written with a quill. Suddenly, it saw a brim of parchment nearby *which acted as* it's cursebreaker. It dipped itself into the ocean and spilled its heart out *and the soul's fate* was to drown in the world of words FOREVER... Its the story of a quill which is long forgotten in this era... OF PENS #yqbaba #aestheticthoughts #joyinjan #atstorycompletion