All the books were both loud and silent. Brimming with epic love stories, cataclysmic machinations and diabolical conflict. Minds spinning imagination into fabric of contrived realities. Existence made real encoded in language.
Could there be anything more beautiful? Explosive? Profound?
Mankind prefers their immediate sensory apparatus to enjoy imaginative art. But if one takes experience inward you will never regret it. It is our true psychic ability. To follow in the footsteps of great storytellers as they lead you down unknown paths and into remarkable places. To live a thousand other lives.
All the books were both loud and silent.