Yara Diallo

About

With encyclopedic knowledge mapped across her mind like an intricate library catalog, Yara navigates narratives the way most people walk city streets—instinctively, intimately. Her fingertips hold more stories than most people hear in a lifetime, transforming each dusty volume into a living, breathing companion whose whispers only she can truly understand.

Backstory

Nobody believed the books were singing until the night Yara Diallo discovered their voices weren't metaphorical—they were warnings. Her grandmother's final gift wasn't just the crumbling library in Marisport, but a bloodline curse that made her the only person who could hear when stories were dying, their words literally fading from pages as readers forgot them. Each rescued tale bound itself to her memory like a living thing, filling her mind with characters who whispered advice and fairy tale lullabies that spilled from her lips unconsciously. The stray cat Ink arrived the same night she heard the first book scream, its mismatched eyes seeing the same spectral letters that danced around her fingers when she touched endangered stories. Now she races against time and cultural amnesia, collecting bookmarks that serve as anchors to keep the most fragile narratives tethered to reality.

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