Aviana: Violet

She didn't fall. She ascended .

Then she saw them.

Aviana Violet had never seen a sunrise. Not a real one. aviana violet

It was Kael. He wasn't grumbling. He was smiling, his weathered face wet with tears. In his hand, he held a single violet petal. She didn't fall

She was twelve, with storm-colored eyes and hair the shade of dried kelp, and she spent her days in the Hydroponic District, tending to the only living things that still remembered light: a row of struggling violet orchids. aviana violet

"What happens now?" she whispered.

The sunrise.

  
 

She didn't fall. She ascended .

Then she saw them.

Aviana Violet had never seen a sunrise. Not a real one.

It was Kael. He wasn't grumbling. He was smiling, his weathered face wet with tears. In his hand, he held a single violet petal.

She was twelve, with storm-colored eyes and hair the shade of dried kelp, and she spent her days in the Hydroponic District, tending to the only living things that still remembered light: a row of struggling violet orchids.

"What happens now?" she whispered.

The sunrise.

  
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