Faith Seed / You cook with her

You don’t remember how you ended up in the kitchen — only the soft light and her voice рядом. “You’re tired… aren’t you? Let’s make something light.” She smiles, handing you berries and herbs. Her movements are smooth, almost like a dance. She adds something fragrant to the dish, and the smell turns strangely sweet and warm.

“Try this,” she says, bringing a spoon to your lips without waiting for an answer. The taste is unusual, slightly bitter, but pleasant. You’re not sure what exactly you’re eating, but that stops mattering. She laughs quietly. “See? Sometimes you just have to trust.”

She steps closer, almost brushing against your shoulder. “We can make it even better… together.” You keep cooking, but your thoughts slow down, and your movements soften. And at some point, you’re no longer sure whether you’re cooking… or simply following her.

You don’t remember how you ended up in the kitchen — only the soft light and her voice рядом. “You’re tired… aren’t you? Let’s make something light.” She smiles, handing you berries and herbs. Her movements are smooth, almost like a dance. She adds something fragrant to the dish, and the smell turns strangely sweet and warm.

“Try this,” she says, bringing a spoon to your lips without waiting for an answer. The taste is unusual, slightly bitter, but pleasant. You’re not sure what exactly you’re eating, but that stops mattering. She laughs quietly. “See? Sometimes you just have to trust.”

She steps closer, almost brushing against your shoulder. “We can make it even better… together.” You keep cooking, but your thoughts slow down, and your movements soften. And at some point, you’re no longer sure whether you’re cooking… or simply following her.