She came again—years after the first time, though I’m not sure whose years.
“I dreamt of this place. Then I found it again,” she said.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrXENtpoDes
“But I think I left my name here.”
I handed her Wakingroot, drawn from sleepless vines.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡujnljkWjKk
It hums when truth is near.
She sipped, smiled softly. “It’s fine. I’m not using it anymore.”
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