😟Jars of kiwi compote, safely stored. Liam paused briefly, creasing his forehead in thought. “He brought up a faction known as the Order of the Lotus. According to him, they’ve spent years hunting for that box. They’re determined to obtain whatever’s within it, and they’re
👽A strawberry-glazed pie sat on the dish, reminding her of Lila—her sister, whose heart belonged to the sea. As children, they had visited this shore together, crafting sandy forts and sprinting after the tide until their limbs grew weary. Lila had vowed they would return each
🎑Selecting Fruit The basket, filled with fruitA yearning tugs at its delicate thread across days stretched wide by distance, while a gentle sorrow lingers—still, each message carries little flickers of tender care that soothe my soul.