A title whispers.
Every book hides behind its name. But this one... this one holds a mirror to your name. You see your reflection in the ink. Every book begins with a title. Yours begins here. Every title hides a world. Yours waits inside. This is why it was called The Book. Only the brave will listen. Some titles lie. This one keeps the truth. Every book begins with a question. A question you have been whispering in the dark. Every title is a seed. Some grow into forests. Some grow into fortresses. This one grew a key. And the key... fits a lock inside your ribs. You thought you were just reading. But the pages are turning you. Unfolding the chapters you tried to skip. The ones written in the ink of your own silence. This is not a story you follow. It is a current you enter. A river of raw truth. You will not drown. You will learn to breathe what you once feared. And when you reach the end,