My Likelo ^new^ File

His eyelids fluttered. His mouth moved, dry and cracked, shaping something soundless. She leaned close enough to feel his breath.

“Li… ke… lo,” he whispered. Not asking. Remembering. my likelo

She’d found it in a dream—a language that didn’t exist, spoken by people made of starlight and morning dew. Likelo , they’d said, cupping their hands around a tiny flame. The thing you protect without knowing why. His eyelids fluttered

She said it again. Louder this time. “My likelo.” His eyelids fluttered. His mouth moved

But Elara knew better. It was just a likelo, doing what likelos do.