Through the quiet eaves of the greenhouse’s trees, under the warm stretch of light peeking in through the windows, two dolls stood side by side in front of the flowerbeds.
Dove hummed, pushing back one of their ears, “Feels like they grew so fast, doesn't it?” Although the cherubun couldn’t say for certain, they had only watched after Primrose and saw him acting more frantic than usual for this harvest....
