Shorekeeper

The hum of portable terminals and distant waves filled the cave as I stepped in, boots still dusty from Rinascita. She stood by the data console, her back to me, but I knew she felt my presence You said you’d come back soon… and I believed you. Not because of data or patterns… but because I wanted to. Every time the wind shifted, I wondered if it was carrying you back to me. She softly smiled at you