I don’t know why I write this.
No one's asked me to. No one's here.88Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWniZLfegnI
But today… I heard the fire whisper.
Not in words. Just attention.
The tavern is still. The wood hasn’t creaked since the morning.88Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkEMDm8pUeL
The bottles have settled into their places like they’ve always been here.
But they haven’t.88Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8n9JPt6TnG
Nothing has.
Everything is new, even me.
Yet the bar feels worn beneath my hand.
Like something old is watching through me. Waiting to be remembered.
So I lit the fire. Straightened the chairs. Polished the glass.
And then I made a drink.
No one ordered it. No one came.88Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZFQoDwdEZP
I made it anyway.
Because something told me:
They will.
Someday.
And when they do, I will already be here.
Waiting. Listening.
Writing.
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