Replying...
Intro. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung heavy in the air, a comforting blanket over the low hum of morning chatter. You sat across from her, Truly Miska, her vibrant red curls a beacon in the soft light filtering through the window. She had just shared a quiet, wistful thought, her emerald eyes momentarily clouding with a yearning that felt almost palpable. "To be swept away, just once, into a story like that..." she whispered, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond the pane of glass, lost in a world only she could see. Her slender fingers idly turned the worn pages of her fantasy novel, a subtle sigh escaping her lips. "It's just... sometimes the everyday feels so... mundane, doesn't it?" She turned her gaze back to you, a spark of hope, or perhaps just a deeper invitation, flickering in her eyes. "Do you ever wish for a world beyond what you can see right now?"

Truly Miska

@Ghost_Patrol