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Then Ariel picked up her deck of playing cards. She didn't build a tower. Instead, she handed one card to Luna—the Queen of Cups, who holds her secrets gently. And one card to Maya—the Knight of Wands, who charges into the unknown. She kept the Star for herself.

The three sisters—Luna, Maya, and Ariel—could not have been more different, yet they shared one small, sun-drenched room at the top of the tallest house in Verona Cove. luna maya ariel

Different as shadows, color, and light. But together, they were the whole sky. Then Ariel picked up her deck of playing cards

Luna looked at her card and understood. She closed her eyes and let the hum of the fog become a language. It's lonely, she whispered. The fog is lonely. It forgot how to be touched. And one card to Maya—the Knight of Wands,

Maya snorted. "Then let's give it something to remember." She grabbed a can of bright orange paint from under her bed and splashed a wild zigzag across the attic window. The fog recoiled, then leaned closer, curious.

, the middle child, was a hurricane in human form. Her laugh cracked the morning quiet. She painted murals on the sidewalk with colored chalk and once taught a stray cat to fetch a bottle cap. Her bed was a nest of crumpled drawings, missing socks, and one very patient fern named Kevin. Maya believed that if you weren't making a mess, you weren't making anything at all.