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Volume 1 | A Cell Phone Novel In a land where sorrow clung to the morning mist like silver dew, there bloomed a rose that no gardener had planted. Alone it stood, beneath the weeping boughs of an ancient willow, its petals the color of moonlight-pure, fragile, eternal. They called it the White Rose, though none dared claim to understand its magic. It bloomed only in the wake of a soul unfastened from the world, as if the earth itself mourned with fragrant silence. Eira found it on the seventh day after her brother's passing. The winds had shifted that morning, brushing her cheeks like the ghost of a hand once held. In the quiet of dawn, drawn by something she could not name, she wandered beyond the veil of frost-tipped ferns and into the Grove of Hollow Light. There, it waited. A single white rose, its bloom unblemished, crowned by a fine shimmer of morning's breath. Time seemed to slow, as though the forest itself held its breath. Her grief, heavy and colorless, pressed against her bones-but when she knelt beside the blossom, it trembled... and so did her heart. It whispered nothing, and yet she heard it speak. Loss is not an end. It is a transformation. From then on, the world spoke differently. Raindrops did not fall-they danced. The sun did not rise-it returned, golden with promise. Her sorrow did not vanish, but it began to weave itself into the fabric of wonder. Every rustle of leaves, every petal unfurling, became a memory reborn. Eira returned to the rose each day, and as she did, a garden grew. Not of her planting, but of her healing. - This is an original series from 2017.
Silence of Thunder
