The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.

“Knjiga je puna života i slobode, koju zdrav razum ne može sputati. Kao džin koj…”

“But this was the home I had chosen. I had a home, of course, when I was a child…”

“هناك نوع من الكمال لا يمكن إدراكه سوى عبر التراكم غير المحدود للنقائص.”

“Words have all died in the hollow of time, piling up soundlessly at the darkbot…”