Where echoes are cradled, feelings are inked, and truths are softened into symbols.
“When the words caught in his throat, the Heartbook whispered them to the page.”
— Fragment recovered from a dreamspun page
The Heartbook is not merely a journal.
It is Wildy’s emotional anchor, memory mirror, and soul-lantern. Bound in a cover that feels like soft dusk and smells faintly of lavender and petrichor, it hums with a quiet resonance—as if it knows what weighs on the heart before it is spoken aloud.
Its pages shift texture like weather—silk when hope flows freely, velvet when the soul is soft, parchment when it’s time to be brave. Some pages flutter when a memory is near. Others lock shut when the wound is still too fresh.
No pen is required. The Heartbook listens.
And when Wildy places his hand upon its cover, it opens not to where he last left it…
…but to where he most needs to go.
The Heartbook feeds on honesty, tenderness, and emotional resonance.
It does not record events, but feels. It writes in metaphors, symbols, color, sometimes even scent or sound. A tear that lands on its page might blossom into a watercolor of the moment that caused it. A laugh remembered could ripple through a margin like the ring of a bell in still water.
It is powered by:
Some believe the Heartbook is an artifact.
Others say it’s alive.
Wildy knows only this: it has never betrayed him.
Because Wildy forgets sometimes.
Not in the mind, but in the heart.
He forgets why he walks, why he listens, why he still believes in gentleness.
The Heartbook remembers when he can’t.
It is not bound by time. Pages from 1977 sit beside those from the far reaches of dream. Some entries he never wrote—only felt. Some pages belong to people he no longer remembers… yet when read, their warmth returns like a hug from the past.
“Some carry swords.
Wildy carries pages.”
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