Serenagarden

Lunera · Jun 21, 2025

Time doesn't flow here. It arrives —
dropping through the glass ceiling in slow increments,
the way a word arrives after you've already stopped waiting for it.

The plants know when something was said and never received.
The old antenna frames remember frequencies
no one is broadcasting anymore.
In the silence between transmissions,
if you stay still long enough,
you might hear something that was meant for someone else
finally finding a place to land.

Lunera lives by a different kind of patience —
not waiting for an answer,
but trusting that the signal was real.