Zorcha | ((better))

“You’re the echo,” she whispered. “The first memory.”

Elara didn’t offer a grand solution. Instead, she sat down and told the Zorcha a small, true memory: the afternoon her father taught her to fix a broken gear, how his hands smelled of oil and honey, how he’d laughed when the gear spun perfectly. zorcha

And the Zorcha, full of stories at last, burned on. “You’re the echo,” she whispered