Orchidée

Raindrops begin to fall, one by one, quickly soaking the cobblestones and blurring the vision into a white haze. You didn't bring an umbrella.

Searching for a shop to take shelter in, you find a store that looks old, yet feels strangely nostalgic.

Guided by a shimmering light, you enter the shop.

A small bell rings as you step inside.

The sweet scent of flowers and a somehow nostalgic smell of milk waft through the air.