pik arrives, cradling a hand-painted box of sweet somethings, stepping lightly through the mansion’s backyard, gliding to the back door and inside naturally. the first thing they notice is that the house is still—an ordinary stillness, yet enough to make them pause. stardust-blended browns sweep the quiet as they head to the kitchen. ❛❛ vi ? bells ? romeo ? are you here ? ❜❜ they call out gently, moving through and placing the box down on a countertop with care. what lied inside the box ? a trove of homemade cake pops from ms. p for the medici’s, a treasure it’s eager for @elysiium to savor. ❛❛ ♪ i’ve a little surprise for you. ♪ ❜❜















