Walking near the meadow trees where the ocean breeze rolled comfortably through the leaves, I finally felt the calm settle inside my chest. Between two thick palm trunks, someone had hung a large hammock draped in soft sheets like flowing curtains. Fireflies blinked over a neat circle of candles, and a mosquito tent hugged the hammock in a gentle, glowing cage of safety. A tiny wooden table sat beside it, already stocked with snacks, tropical fruit, and cold drinks beading with condensation.
It looked… cozy. Purposeful. Intimate.
And I immediately wondered—who had done this?
My yellow dress shimmered softly in the dying daylight, its ruffled V–neck and matching wrists fluttering when the breeze hit. Green palm branch embroidery wrapped my skirts, and my white hair tugged gently in two l
