Farcaster

As the golden sun dipped low into the sea, casting long shadows over the cliffside and bathing the world in a soft amber glow, Eveline stood still, the breeze catching in her hair like whispers from another time. Behind her, the ancient lighthouse stood sentinel over the rugged coast, its beam a steady pulse in the growing dusk.

This was her first return in nearly a decade.

Eveline had grown up in the cottage just beyond the hill, a place where wild daisies bloomed year-round and the sound of waves was the lullaby that carried her to sleep. But fate, as it often does, had taken her far from home — to cities of glass and steel, where people forgot how to listen to the wind.

Now, drawn back by a letter she almost didn’t open — unsigned, smelling faintly of salt and wildflowers — she found herself wearing her mother’s old dress, standing in the same place where her parents had once danced under moonlight.

𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍  🎨💻🖼

                                                  
  𝗗𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗜 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿