Enya stared at the black lotus, her mind struggling to catch up with the words.
"A... What?" she asked quietly.
Her mother looked at her, then back at the flower. For a moment, she seemed uncertain - like she was trying to find the right way to explain something she barely understood herself.
"A memory vessel" her mother repeated, softer this time.
Enya's brows knit together. "I don't... What does that mean?"
Her mother knelt down fully now, settling beside the massive white flower. She gestured for Enya to sit too. Enya dropped down onto the soft grass without hesitation, legs crossed, eyes fixed on her mother's face.
Her mother took a slow breath, gathering her thoughts.
"Do you remember" her mother started gently, "How you preserved flowers together? How you'd seal them in resin?"
Enya nodded. "Yeah. I do it all the time."
