Persis frowned at the odd inquiry, let alone unexpected presence.
/She was a professional! If she was to probe, her targets certainly would be none the wiser.../
"How lovely of you to phase by..."
She mumbled with a smirk.
"...To answer your qiestion. No.
I am not your... Traceable amateur..."
"Seriously - even if we all ignore the glaringly obvious symbolism in itself -, no matter what you do...
/Never/ trust the talking telly!...
/His issues/ run deeper than ours..."
Choose love.
Choose peace.
Choose kindness.
Choose to keep searching old books, crumbling ruins, and mossy forests for portals to other realms, where reading & sleeping are celebrated sports.
