Welcome Home
Floating on air, Leon's voice broke the stillness, piercing past falling petals without pause.
Home at last, he spoke without rushing.
A beat.
"My beautiful wives… and my cute maids."
Into the courtyard they drifted, each syllable quieting an old hum that had stretched too far.
A single motion swept through the group behind his back - knees met stone at once. Each figure bowed low without a sound, timing locked like breath held too long.
"We greet our queens."
Falling petals floated down - gentle, slow, without pause - touching skin, tangling in strands of hair, easing away whatever tightness remained in the streets. Breath returned to the sky above, like the city had waited long, finally allowed to let go.
A hush fell. Not a soul stirred.
