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“Bloom for me,” he whispered.

Beneath a canopy of wisteria, the world grew quiet.

A hand against her cheek. A breath shared between lovers. A promise spoken so softly it was only ever meant for her.

“Bloom for Me” — the sketch that began May’s Lantern Letter.

A piece of the Moonwell, preserved in candlelight, pixels, and devotion. 🏮✨

The lantern remembers.