Tia — Bejean [patched]

Guided by the spirit’s words, Tia realized the lighthouse’s flame needed more than oil—it needed a heart, a living connection between the people of the shore and the sea. She took the sea‑glass and placed it atop the lantern’s wick, letting its natural luminescence mingle with the flame. She wrapped the driftwood around the lamp, a symbol of the town’s faith. Then she tied the rope around the lantern and the stone, binding the two worlds together.

And sometimes, when rain begins and the city leans in to listen, a bell the size of a walnut tinkles somewhere between houses—soft, precise, and exactly enough.