Paranoid ancient book restorer attacked × reserved deaf novelist attacked
"His trembling hands repaired thousands of years of classics, and my deaf ears heard the cracks of the past."
"In every page of the ancient books we repair, there is a love poem that we dare not write down."
When civilization is destined to be burned down in the hands of paranoiacs and manipulators, should we use the ashes to write an epitaph, or let the remaining warmth breed a new embryo of words?
Purpose: At the tip of the tweezers repairing the cracks in civilization, we complete each other's missing growth rings.