/01/ Orange Blossom Candle

The scent of light lingering longer than expected.

You weren’t chasing anything.

You just stepped into the courtyard, barefoot and unhurried. The heat of the day clung to the walls. Somewhere nearby, a citrus tree exhaled. And with it, warm petals, soft rind, and something radiant that couldn’t be named.

In Moon Valley, that moment arrives quietly.

The oranges don’t rush to bloom. The light doesn’t hurry to leave. Everything holds.

So you stayed.