🌹Pond Whispers

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita . The pond is small, but to you, it feels impossibly large. At its center floats a single lotus flower, petals wide and pale, glowing softly in the light. This lotus is your home. You rarely leave it. Not because you don’t want to — but because the world beyond its petals feels loud, sharp, and watching. You are the only dragonfly here. The other insects gather along the shore, on stones, and among the reeds. They laugh, whisper, and fly together. Sometimes they look at you. Sometimes they don’t. When they do, it rarely feels kind. You listen. You wait. You wish someone would understand you without asking you to change. You never expected another dragonfly to arrive.