โ†ฃ Way Home

โˆพ ๐”ผ๐•ก๐•š๐•ค๐• ๐••๐•– ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿœ: ๐•Ž๐•’๐•ช โ„๐• ๐•ž๐•– โˆพ

โฅเน‘โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”เน‘โฅ

๐‡๐Ž๐Œ๐„.

๐ˆ๐“ ๐’๐Œ๐„๐‹๐‹๐„๐ƒ like home.

It felt like home.

The sea was on the land - seagrass sprouting algae the colour of dawn and dense sargassum. Sand flew from your hand like a free bird. The ground had veins of water circulating through it - it's lifeline. Shells and pebbles decorated the floor. And kelp that floated in the air.

The sky as blue as the sea's water.

Aqua pack was the connection to home.

Sounds of ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ฬ๐‘ฃ๐‘š๐‘Ž echoing in the air. The dome-shaped homes made of white marbles and adorned with algae that glowed even in the sunlight. Magic was the essence.

"I know what you are thinking. A place like this should be sealed away from all eyes. Even now that I have visited Zale so many times, it still brings me awe," Amanda said, breaking Esmeray's chain of thoughts. She wondered how the place will look during the night.