Sedna Swords
Vox Populi Sunset
The waves were the only ones talking, and I was finally ready to listen. I sat there as the sun slid behind the horizon, painting the sky in soft defiance of the day’s chaos. The breeze carried the scent of salt and something older—memories maybe, or pieces of myself I’d forgotten. Out here at Vox Populi Beach, I didn’t need answers. I just needed a moment to breathe, to feel small beneath the sky, and let everything else fall away.
Vox Populi Sunset
The waves were the only ones talking, and I was finally ready to listen. I sat there as the sun slid behind the horizon, painting the sky in soft defiance of the day’s chaos. The breeze carried the scent of salt and something older—memories maybe, or pieces of myself I’d forgotten. Out here at Vox Populi Beach, I didn’t need answers. I just needed a moment to breathe, to feel small beneath the sky, and let everything else fall away.