“Me?” Mia whispered.
Mia thought of her smallest, most secret memory: the day she found a fallen sparrow and kept it in her pocket for three hours, feeding it crumbs, until it flew away. She had never told anyone. mia trele trele sarantara oloklere tainia
“You spoke the Old Unwinding,” it said in a voice like wind chimes. “I am Sarantara, the keeper of forgotten melodies. And you, Mia, have just unlocked the Oloklere Tainia —the Complete Ribbon of Stories.” feeding it crumbs