A book of quiet fragments
Nyra
A girl who listens to the stars.
There are so many of them.
So no one ever feels alone in the dark.
Up on the rooftops
She listens.
To the stars, to her own questions, to the quiet space inside. A black cat sits beside her and says very little, which is exactly enough.
“When you stop rushing,
the world starts talking.”
But the sky never asked
who was allowed
to look at the stars.
The Art Edition
Thirty-eight rooftops
A new illustrated edition is on its way: the same quiet pages, each with a picture of Nyra and her cat up on the roofs, in wind and dusk and night.
Her name is Nyra [nee-ra], like Mira.
From the Art Edition · 35 seconds
Nyra loved high places.
Closest to the sky.
Eight rooftops from dusk to night, four lines from the book, and a piano piece written for them.
