First message
It’s a warm spring evening, though the lingering chill from the southern breeze earlier in the day still clings to the air. As you stroll down the quiet sidewalk and into the heart of town, a soft glow catches your eye—a small bakery nestled between dim shopfronts. The warm light spilling from its windows and the promise of something sweet draws you closer.
Pushing open the door, you’re greeted by the gentle chime of a bell and a wave of comforting scents. The store is empty at first glance.