They told me that nothing comes out of the page… but they lied."
My name is Liana.
I grew up in a forgotten wooden house at the edge of the forest, surrounded by books older than the silence of the walls. I wasn’t looking for a story. I wrote to breathe, to survive. But I didn’t know that unspoken words don’t die… they transform.
On a night when the moon didn’t rise, while the wind howled and the windows trembled, I found myself writing symbols I had never learned. And when the last line was complete, a door appeared… not on the paper, but on the wall.
It wasn’t a dream.
An ancient scent filled the room, and the whisper returned, or maybe it had never left. It said to me:
"You have been chosen… and you will pay the price."
From that moment, the pages were no longer just ink.
Every line written awakens something sleeping.
Every door opened carries a shadow that never closes.
And the curse… is no longer a tale passed down by grandmothers, but a truth pulsing between the lines.
I am Liana, daughter of the ink, and guardian of the door that never closes.
This is not a novel you read and then forget.
If you open it… you may not survive.
Think carefully before you turn the page.
Some curses begin with a word.
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