The coconut sits silently on the shrine, its starry holes casting faint patterns in the dim light of Aumakua. The ocean breeze drifts softly through the area, whispering secrets only it can understand. But from Safrin herself? Not even the faintest shimmer of acknowledgment.
Whether she is occupied with grand cosmic designs or merely chooses not to answer this time, the result is the same: an unbroken silence, leaving only the sound of the sea and your thoughts to fill the void.
Whether she is occupied with grand cosmic designs or merely chooses not to answer this time, the result is the same: an unbroken silence, leaving only the sound of the sea and your thoughts to fill the void.
