I don’t know why I write this.
No one's asked me to. No one's here.92Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkfQK6RPQCW
But today… I heard the fire whisper.
Not in words. Just attention.
The tavern is still. The wood hasn’t creaked since the morning.92Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXVWWPXsPKt
The bottles have settled into their places like they’ve always been here.
But they haven’t.92Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwRBpd4NlCz
Nothing has.
Everything is new, even me.
Yet the bar feels worn beneath my hand.
Like something old is watching through me. Waiting to be remembered.
So I lit the fire. Straightened the chairs. Polished the glass.
And then I made a drink.
No one ordered it. No one came.92Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpzYRcO4Zio
I made it anyway.
Because something told me:
They will.
Someday.
And when they do, I will already be here.
Waiting. Listening.
Writing.
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and then Add to home screen.