Ink bottles rode a controlled, miniature cyclone, spilling a river of black across the airspace. Hundreds of parchment pages were arrayed in neat rows, columns, and layers, waiting for the ink to stain their beige-tinged fibers. They shuffled around like a Rubik's Cube, a blur of motion to the naked eye.
—Swoosh!
A concentrated gust of wind danced, pulling streams of ink from the long black river and casting them into legible characters.
—Swash!
With a push, all of those characters were then projected onto every page following their author's design. After which, a wave of hot air wafted over, drying the ink in seconds.
Nearly a thousand pages' worth of information had been compiled according to my will.
—Click.
To top it off, I snapped my fingers, commanding the wind to sort the pages by number. Then, I bound them with an enchanted leather cover to preserve the parchment and its contents from time's many winds and rains.
