Ink is the blood of the intellect, a dark, pigmented fluid that bridges the vast chasm between a fleeting thought and a permanent record. In its bottled state, it is merely a chaotic potential—a deep, obsidian pool of chemistry. But…
Ink is the blood of the intellect, a dark, pigmented fluid that bridges the vast chasm between a fleeting thought and a permanent record. In its bottled state, it is merely a chaotic potential—a deep, obsidian pool of chemistry. But…