Aviana - Violet

"The city thinks those orchids are a failed crop," he said softly. "But they're not crops. They're anchors. A long time ago, before the ocean swallowed the land, someone planted them so we'd never truly forget the sun. They only bloom for those who still dream of the surface."

Behind them, the cliff was already stirring. Strangers were helping strangers to their feet. A child pointed at a bird—a real, wild gull—and laughed with a sound like breaking glass. aviana violet

She didn't fall. She ascended .