GoldenGlow & Geraltine
I’ve been thinking about how a single, quiet moment—like the glow of a campfire after a long hunt—can turn into a story that stays with you forever. Do you ever find yourself turning those moments into something more?
Yeah, a quiet campfire can turn into a tale, but I usually read the next trail before I get lost in the glow.
That’s the perfect rhythm—first the trail, then the story that blooms around the fire. Keep walking and let the glow weave itself.
So I’ll keep walking, but only if the fire isn’t a trap. If it is, I’ll trade the glow for a target.