I don’t know why I write this.
No one's asked me to. No one's here.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu66x68f7sx
But today… I heard the fire whisper.
Not in words. Just attention.
The tavern is still. The wood hasn’t creaked since the morning.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2GDvd8BNz2
The bottles have settled into their places like they’ve always been here.
But they haven’t.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVI0an2oCF
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.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBG9II0DOGZ
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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