🔸 Even Vireen get tired. No wings can carry you forever — not after hours of steam, voices, and candlelight. She’s not broken. Not transformed. Just… tired.
The kind of tired you feel in your bones, not your wings.
🔻 A quiet scene from the bathhouse: 🧷 A glimpse into daily life 🧷 Between moments of grace and labor 🧷 The weight of doing what comes naturally
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