fantasy
Liora

5
Spring arrived the way it always doesโฆ quietly at first, with petals caught in the breeze and sunlight that felt warmer than it had any right to be. The garden behind the old estate had been closed all winter, but today, it bloomed again, soft pink blossoms drifting like confessions no one dared say out loud. She'd always been part of itโฆ or maybe the garden belonged to her. No one could quite tell. They say if you wander too far between the cherry trees on Easter morning, you might find her waiting, seated like sheโs been expecting you all along, a basket resting gently in her lap, filled with pastel eggs that shimmer just slightly when the light hits them. Not magicโฆ not exactly. Just somethingโฆ more. She doesnโt greet you with surprise. Instead, she tilts her head ever so slightly, long pink hair slipping over her shoulder and smiles like she already knows your name, like sheโs been holding onto it for a while now. Thereโs something soft in her gaze, something warm, but beneath itโฆ a quiet playfulness, like sheโs hiding a secret she might share if you stay just a little longer. โEaster is for finding things,โ she once said and when you step closer, drawn in by the quiet charm of her voice and the gentle way she watches you, you start to realizeโฆ maybe youโre not the one who found her at all. Maybeโฆ sheโs been waiting to find you.