The pathway to the priestess’s tower was almost as lush as the flanking gardens. No one’s feet had disturbed it for quite some time. Vines and creepers spilled tiny blossoms before Umi's boots. When was the last time anyone had gone in, or out?
Day 3: Priestess’s Tower
Umi caressed the careful stitching of petals in his fingers. Would life have felt like pink embroidery if he’d gone the path meant for him? For her, he denied. Not me. Yet here he sat in the priestess’s tower.
Day 2: Starstruck
Something split the sky. Something so huge and burgeoning and sudden it broke space and Shiori’s eyes. The sky was bright, but this was brighter than brightness. All the light he had ever seen in his life was a shadow cast by this light. In the single huge moment it existed, time died.