Whispers of Jasmine and Soil

🌿 Jasmine and Soil Leo noticed the changes in his mother, Elara. The sweet scent

of jasmine was fading, replaced by the damp smell of soil. She stopped looking in mirrors entirely.

Her lullabies shifted from stars to whispers about waiting and the quiet to creep. One night,

Leo found dinner set only for him. "Just resting my eyes, sweetling," Elara

called from the bedroom. "I'll be there for the last lullaby." After eating,

Leo crept into the room. Elara was rigid in bed, pulled up to her

chin. Her eyes opened—wide, black, and fixed on the ceiling.

"Come closer, my love," she whispered, her voice strained. Leo climbed next to her.