They say you can't judge a book by its cover, but I believe you can judge a soul by the way their eyes light up when they walk into a library. There's something almost sacred…
The room fell silent for a moment. Twenty-three faces turned toward me, some curious, some skeptical, a few rolling their eyes at what they probably thought was another "AI is taking over the world" rant.…
When did we stop noticing the way sunlight filters through curtains in the morning? When did we become too busy to feel the warmth of a genuine smile from a stranger? Somewhere between chasing dreams…