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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE TALE OF MONDCROFT━⊰

In a quiet garden where clover leans and small footsteps once dared to wander too far, a little circle came into being—soft as a burrow hidden beneath roots. Three months ago, they were only passing through the edges of one another’s paths. Now, they linger like something that has found where it belongs. A little reckless, a little tender, often wandering, yet always returning as if the garden itself remembers them. ❀

♡ ⃗ A basket rested at their center,
filled more than anyone expected;

No one quite knew who had
prepared it, yet no one
questioned it for long, they
simply shared it, piece by
piece, until it belonged to
all of them.

Not perfect, not untouched, but gently held by something warm and unseen. And in that quiet, they remain. 🐇
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