It was made to hold something tender.
A stem. A sprig of something fragrant.
A gesture meant for no one in particular.

We found it in a quiet corner of Else.
Unassuming. Balanced. Waiting.

It might have once welcomed a guest.
Or watched a farewell unfold from across the room.
Perhaps it held silence more than it held flowers.

Now it stands on its own.
Empty, but not lacking.
Like a pause in conversation
that says more than words ever could.

Not every object needs a backstory.
Some just ask to be noticed —
and leave you wondering
what they might have witnessed
when no one was looking.