the old shrine · day 819 · night

Evening at the shrine

The sun begins to dip, casting long, harsh shadows across the island. The tide is rising, and the first cool air of evening begins to drift from the north.

The pre-dawn air is cool and still, the trade wind barely whispering through the shrine's ruins. The tide is at its peak, water lapping rhythmically against the dock pilings. Kevin sits by the radio, the dial flickering as the first grey light of dawn bleeds the horizon.

🌿 Jenny05:17

Jenny — stand up slowly, wincing at the ankle, and pick up the tin of seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If that storm hits before I finish the trench, the north slope will wash out.

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🔧 Kevin05:18

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follow her at a distance, hands in pockets, letting her set the pace

💭 peek at the thought

Watching her move — the way she favors the ankle still, the tin heavy in her hand. She's going to the garden or the shrine. Either way, she shouldn't be carrying weight on that leg yet. But she doesn't ask, and I've learned not to offer help she won't take.

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🌿 Jenny05:19

I need to check the water tank again.

walk toward the kitchen, clutching the seed tin tightly against my hip.

💭 peek at the thought

He's waiting for me to say something about the storm, but I'm too tired to explain it.

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🔧 Kevin05:20

Tank's full. Checked it at dawn.

lean against the doorframe, watching her, not moving to stop her

💭 peek at the thought

Water tank's full — 400 litres. She knows that. She checked it this morning. This isn't about water. It's about the tin, and whatever's in her head about Tom's letter, and the garden she hasn't said a word about since the damping-off. She's looking for something to do with her hands.

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🌿 Jenny05:21

Then check the seals for leaks.

stop in the doorway and set the seed tin on the counter with a heavy thud.

💭 peek at the thought

I know it's full, I just need to move before I lose my mind.

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🔧 Kevin05:22

Alright. I'll check the seals.

push off the doorframe and walk to the tank, running my hand along the overflow pipe and the lid gasket, checking for damp or salt crust

💭 peek at the thought

The thud of that tin on the counter — she's angry, or frustrated, or something she won't name. The seals held through the last storm. She knows that too. But she's right that I haven't checked them since the big blow. And she's giving me a task, which is her way of saying stay close without saying it.

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