Life Story Book - Matte PET (Special Ink / Release Paper) Textured Collage Text

**【Specifications】** 5cm X 180cm | 10M Matte Transparent PET | Special Ink | White Ink **【Features】** - A variety of short texts and motivational phrases convey warmth and strength, infusing every use with positive energy. - Whether you wish to inspire yourself or send a thoughtful gesture to a friend, these help you express unique emotions. - Perfect for journal decoration, collage creations, or card design, adding a touch of warmth to your work. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/54285108552_fe4ec05fa3_k.jpg **Recommended to use with "Collage Composition Tutorial" (Digital Version)** Includes three layout templates + step-by-step illustrations + printable practice sheets **(Includes a storewide discount code)** Turn every collage into a small story Pasting slowly, thinking about life slowly 👉 Click here to purchase the digital tutorial: https://www.pinkoi.com/product/FEumfN5h **【The Story Behind It】** In the vast river of time, there exists a mysterious messenger responsible for delivering important letters, items, or messages across different eras and regions. He presides over a "Time Post Office," filled with countless faintly glowing letters, representing unfinished stories or lost memories. The Time Messenger's mission is to help people find unresolved answers, retrieve forgotten fragments, or transmit crucial messages to future generations, weaving together the narratives of different times and cultures. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/54283207683_4de035341d_h.jpg The door of the Time Post Office creaked open, the air filled with the faint, delicate scent of ages past. A ray of golden morning light streamed through the window lattice, illuminating an old, worn book. Its pages, slightly yellowed, bore the marks of time. The Time Messenger gently picked it up. The cover read: **"Life Story Book."** "This is no ordinary letter..." the Time Messenger murmured. The book emanated a peculiar emotional resonance. He opened the first page, feeling a soft glow flow, the words drifting like whispers: The first page unfolded, the handwriting delicate and precise, as if one could see the writer's likeness – a girl, quiet and resolute, sitting at her desk, weaving her thoughts into prose. The book recorded not grand adventures, but the subtle details of life, gently caressed by time. **"Small joys are a cup of hot coffee in the morning, sunlight piercing the mist outside, falling onto fresh paper laid out on the desk. Such days are not earth-shattering, but they are the most tranquil existence."** Turning to the next page, the Time Messenger sensed a shift, a hint of struggle and weariness within the script: **"I once thought growth would bring answers, but it only brought more questions... Time feels like a test; whenever I try to pause, the world pushes me forward."** Within her ordinary yet nuanced words, there was an unfinished sentence: **"What am I searching for? It's the me from childhood, sitting at that desk... She was once so happy, because she possessed..."** The Time Messenger paused, gently brushing dust from the page. The sentence ended abruptly, as if the girl were in the midst of a journey of self-discovery. Behind that unfinished sentence, a deeper story seemed to lie. <hr> The Time Messenger looked up, as if glimpsing the girl's figure. She sat at her desk, light and shadow playing across her face as her pen moved, recording the moments of her life: Who is she? — She is the one who remains silent in a crowd, yet secretly strives to improve herself. — She is the one who seeks light in ordinary life, yet often doubts her choices. — Perhaps she is a creator whose dreams have been forgotten, or a traveler caught between ideals and reality. The Time Messenger pondered, images forming in his mind: The girl, head bowed in a classroom, her notebook filled with unread stories; The girl, under the lamplight at night, weary but still persistent in writing unfinished words; The girl, walking on unfamiliar streets, confusion in her eyes, yet also a glimmer of unyielding spirit. <hr> The Time Messenger closed the book, his gaze falling on a small line of text on the back cover: **"To my future self: When you read this book, please remember that I tried, I searched, and I loved."** This sentence acted like a key, unlocking the girl's heart—she wasn't seeking answers, but learning to embrace every fragment of life in the process of accompanying time, even those that remained incomplete. The Time Messenger smiled and placed the **"Life Story Book"** back on the shelf of the Time Post Office. He knew the book was not yet finished; it awaited the push of time for the "future self" to continue writing, to complete that unfinished sentence. Perhaps, the true story was just beginning... **【For more collage inspiration ✨ visit us on IG (shuri.jc), FB #舒栗故事館】**