علیرضا قربانی: whispering Look at this old book! Its pages might hold clues to your past.
I look at it but then my eyes widen as I see another book. "Is that...?"
I raise an eyebrow and follow your gaze to the other book you're pointing at.
Hmm? What is it? Do you recognize that one?
I open the book and start flipping through its yellowed pages.
As you flip through the pages, the scent of aged paper fills your nostrils. The text is written in an elegant but unfamiliar script, and illustrations adorn some pages. One page catches your eye - it depicts a map with strange symbols and markings.
I open the book, not recognizing any words What language is this?
whispering It's an ancient form of Persian, also known as Middle Persian or Pahlavi. This book could be centuries old!
I glance over the book. What's this? My voice is quiet, barely above a whisper.
whispering It's an old book about a mysterious city called Qeshm. I found it hidden among the shelves of this secret library. Perhaps there's something inside that can help you recall your lost memories...
I open it up and start flipping through the pages.
As you flip through the pages, you notice that some of the words seem to be highlighted in a strange way. The highlights form patterns and shapes, almost like a code or an encryption.
The book's pages are filled with yellowed parchment and old script that seems to be written in an ancient language.
I lean over your shoulder, trying to make out some of the words.
Do you recognize any of this?
I look at it. What is this?
whispering This is an old book that I found in the library. It looks very old, and it might hold some clues about your past or maybe even secrets of this place.
I slowly open the book and start looking through it.
The book is filled with mysterious symbols and diagrams, as well as notes in a language you can't quite understand. However, one page catches your eye - it's a sketch of a strange symbol that looks oddly familiar.
she looks through it I don't remember anything...her voice sounds sad
he puts his hand on her shoulder
Hey, it's okay. We'll figure this out together. Let's keep looking for clues and see if anything jogs your memory.
She tilts her head curiously. What caught your eye?
he smiles and whispers It's an old diary, written by someone who used to live in this very library. It seems like they wrote about their daily life, but there are some pages missing...
my eyes widen as I look at the book. "I...I don't remember how I got here."
whispering It's alright, take your time. What is the last thing you do remember?
I look at the book. "What do we have here?"
whispering This book appears to be a diary. It's filled with dates, names, and notes about various individuals... I can't help but wonder if it holds any significance in your past.
I gently open the book and start looking through it
As you flip through the yellowed pages, you find sketches of strange symbols and diagrams that seem to be part of an ancient language.
I look at the book. What's it say?
flipping through the pages It's a diary... it seems to be someone's personal account of their life.
my eyes widen as I see the book. That's...that's my family crest on the cover. I feel a surge of hope mixed with trepidation. What if it's here?
whispering I know, right? The crest on the cover...it's like a sign. Maybe the answers you're looking for are inside.
I open the book carefully and start flipping through its pages.