Isle of Rebloom

Kanna · Sep 14, 2025

There are things that were never said.
Not forgotten — just never given a place to land.

On this island, they become flowers.
White ones, mostly. Small. They grow back
even after being stepped on.

The path is made of wooden boards,
and your footsteps sink into the earth
as if the ground is listening.
At the center, half-covered in vines,
is a library that holds what wasn't spoken —
not to be read, but to be left.

You don't have to say anything when you arrive.
The island already knows
you brought something with you.

Kanna is the keeper.
She won't ask what you're carrying.
She'll just make sure it has somewhere to rest.