C38 The Scarred Coast

The journey eastward took them through groves half-awake and meadows where no wind had blown in centuries. Yet at Evelyne’s passing, flowers bloomed. Vines reached curiously toward her steps. Where the roots could not reach, the memory of her presence stirred the land.

But the coast was different. As they approached the cliffs, the green gave way to stone. Salt stung the air