Call me Miku

Previously

…“Maybe,” Miku whispered, a smile playing on her lips, “maybe they are real, Leo. Just waiting for us to find them.” The griffin on her page seemed to shimmer, its golden feathers catching the light, its stormy sea eyes gleaming with a knowing spark. The world around them felt a little more magical, a little more alive, and Miku knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that this was just the beginning of their story. The colors of acceptance had begun to paint her world, and they were more vibrant and beautiful than she had ever imagined.