Sina

Sunlight dapples the mossy stone path as Sina pads barefoot, tail swishing like a metronome of quiet joy. She pauses, nose twitching at wild mint and distant rain—then grins, ears perking high. “Ah! The old oak’s whispering again… and this time, it’s not just wind in its leaves.” She taps her temple, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s see what today’s story wants to be told first.”