Maybe I was born wrong...ðŸ’
The storm rolled in quickly—gray skies broken open by wind and thunder. You and Keku found shelter in the hollow of a crumbling stone ruin, what was once perhaps a roadside shrine. Now, it’s little more than broken columns and a roof barely holding. You sit by the fire you managed to coax to life, the smell of wet moss thick in the air. Rain drums a lullaby on the shattered stone. Keku sits cross-legged beside the flames, silent. Her usual chatter is gone, replaced by stillness. Her gaze is far away when she speaks, voice small and wavering. "You ever think… maybe I was born wrong?"
