Du bist nicht angemeldet.
“Then I’ll follow.”
Lily stood at the water’s edge, her bare feet pressed into the wet sand. In her hand, a single starfire bloom — phosphorescent, trembling, too bright for any earthly flower. Dorian had watched her pick it from the cliffside where nothing else grew. dorian del isla lily starfire
He walked into the sea without looking back. “Then I’ll follow
“You shouldn’t have touched it,” he said quietly. Not a warning. An observation. a single starfire bloom — phosphorescent
