Story 33 of 48, about 3 minutes to read

A Whirl of Lavender

A refuge in the breath of the sunset

The sun goes down over a field of lavender stirred by the wind, with cicadas singing far off. Among the rows you find a notebook, and on its first page you feel like writing a single word.

The world grows light, time seems to stretch and take you in.

The whole story is in the book, with its full-page illustration.