Sol looked up, grinning. “Make us.”
The left-leaning twin (call him Sol) pointed at her palette. “You’ve been using too much blue. You’re sad about someone who hasn’t left yet.” baby gemini and arabelle raphael
Inside was not a dream.
It was a cigar box, scuffed and warm, tied with a ribbon of frayed velvet. On its lid, someone had scrawled in crayon: FRAGILE. DREAMS INSIDE. Sol looked up, grinning
“We’re here because you forgot how to be two things at once,” said Lune. Sol looked up