Luna had always dreamed of drawing manga—but self-doubt held her back.
Elias opened her old sketchbook. And he drew.
Soft lines became shapes. Shapes grew into expressions. Scenes. Feelings. Stories.
Stories about change. About identity. About finding a self you can love.
Jasper found him at the dining table late one night, working by lamplight.
He stopped in the doorway. Breath catching.
"This is… beautiful," Jasper murmured.
The praise didn't startle Elias. It felt like being understood.
"You should publish it," Jasper said.
And they did. Together.
Conventions, small signings that grew into larger ones, readers sending letters saying the story made them feel seen.
Jasper read every letter. Proud. Quiet. Present.