Glass, Spice, and Everything Nice

Katherine moved through the market, her thoughts swirling.

There was an item she'd been craving for days, something simple yet deeply comforting.

She could almost taste it—sweet, fragrant, and rich.

Vanilla, she thought wistfully.

In this world, vanilla didn't seem to exist, at least not under the same name.

And yet, something told her that there was still hope.

She just had to find it.

The bustling market around her seemed so different from the quiet farm where she used to visit during vacation, but Katherine smiled, remembering how she used to spend her days there, helping her grandfather tend to the plants.

He had always been so knowledgeable about all kinds of plants—especially the exotic ones. Vanilla beans, she thought, I know how they look.

She couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia as the memory of the farm flooded her mind.