🌌✨ Friday: A Time Capsule of Hope ✨🌌
Night had fallen softly over the forest 🌲, the air humming with crickets and the faint crackle of their campfire 🔥. The group sat close, shadows dancing across their faces as exhaustion gave way to quiet reflection.
Jas leaned forward, eyes bright with a sudden idea 💡.
“What if we started a list of ideas, like May’s?” they said, glancing at Ivy Mae and Roman. “Things that could actually make things better, if anyone ever found them.” 📜🌍
Ivy Mae smiled, the firelight flickering in their eyes 🌟.
“Like a time capsule of hope,” they said softly, voice filled with warmth and wonder 💖.
Roman picked up the wooden carving Jas had begun earlier 🪵, tracing the etched letters thoughtfully.
“Or maybe a roadmap,” he said, “for whoever comes after us.” 🗺️✨
The group nodded in agreement 🤝. Jas opened their weathered journal 📖, the pages rippling in the night breeze, and began to write:
Wealth Tax. Sustainability. Fairness. Hope. 🌱💫
Then — suddenly — a flash split the darkness ⚡🌠.
A meteor blazed across the sky, trailing silver fire and starlight 🌌🔥.
They watched in awed silence, the glow washing over their faces, a reminder of how small they were… yet how deeply connected everything truly is 🌎💞.