Chapter 35: Ghosts in the Petals
The flower shop felt like a place untouched by time. A world suspended between nostalgia and something dreamlike, where the air was thick with the scent of lilies and roses, the petals exhaling their fragrance into the dimly lit space.
Sunlight streamed through the large front windows, its golden fingers stretching across the wooden floorboards. Dust-speckled light shimmered in the stillness, turning the shop into something almost ethereal, like a memory half-remembered.
As Xavier stepped inside, the small bell above the door chimed, the delicate sound breaking the silence. It reminded him of something from long ago, a distant echo of childhood, though he couldn’t place it. A soft hum of music floated through the shop, the crackling tune of an old love s
