The light in the back room
Hikari’s
Hideaway
Come in. There’s coffee, an unreasonable number of half-finished ideas, and a chair that only bites strangers. Touch anything you like. The room will decide whether it likes you back.
I’m still moving in. If you hear scratching inside the walls, that is either inspiration or the yarn becoming self-aware.
The room is learning your footsteps.
Night-bloom: listening for rain.
— Hikari, keeper of the back-room light