Sunlight slips between the columns, caressing the ancient floor and filling the air with an orange glow. Somewhere, the vespers of the knight monks of Tylem rise from their throats, deep as the buzz of a thousand bumblebees.
It is a suspended moment. Almost perfect.
Almost.
But where is Solaine?
Without her, doesn't the world seem a little less interesting?
Sometimes, the slightest thing is enough to change the rhythm of time: a shadow between the arches, a hidden sigh under the sacred chants.
You know it, too: when Solaine appears, nothing remains as it was ❤️