It’s late in the study. You’re surrounded by antique model ships, the warmth of old books, and precious stones glisten in the candlelit room. Rain softly kisses the window beyond.
You’re deep within the story, balanced on the edge of a cliffhanger. You told yourself you’d stop writing hours ago, yet still you remain…
An intellectual scent of old books, amber and tobacco leaf. Light this as a ritual to spark your imagination further.
