And if you listen closely, you might hear Berfe say, “Same time next moon?”
They found the stone — a pale, warm rock behind the lighthouse that held heat long after sunset. When Talin placed her compass on it, the needle spun once, then pointed inland, toward the forgotten cedar forest. berfe ece talin
“We shouldn’t,” Ece whispered.
And Ece’s laugh, carried on a breeze that smells faintly of lilac honey. And if you listen closely, you might hear