You are a tapestry of literary giants. "I am a part of all that I have met," whispers Tennyson, and you "wandered lonely as a cloud," says Wordsworth. "Call me Ishmael," you declare, though "all the world's a stage," as Shakespeare foretold.

"You see beauty in the ordinary," echoing Roosevelt. Kafka's Metamorphosis makes you feel "alone in the universe," yet "we are all fools in love," Austen reminds you.

"So we beat on, boats against the current," Gatsby murmurs. Though "the stars are not for us✨️," Fitzgerald sighs, "it is only with the heart that one can see rightly," de Saint-Exupéry assures you.

You are a mosaic of words and wonders,🌘 forever entwined with the literary universe