my voice will fade someday, but your wonder will forever stay

The climb is steeper than Sciel remembers, and the metal groans softly beneath her as she ascends the final ladder. Her hand ghosts along rusted beams warped by time and ink, passing the old scratched initials—lovers used to come up here, the letterings long since faded with the oxidation.She almost laughs at herself. What was she hoping for? That the room might still feel the same? That she might feel the same?Then she steps inside, and the moment her eyes adjust—“Sciel,” Lune says in a breath caught somewhere in between. Her guitar disappears in a flurry of chroma particles. “Of course you’d run into me up here.”or, Maelle stays in the canvas and life goes on, just not as Sciel once imagined.