Summer, the Aegean, and childhood memories.

There were only a few things that never changed in the city you visited every summer since you were a kid: old Greek men in white undershirts, bitter coffee, and the communist woman who worshipped music. This year, the old men and the coffee were still there— but the woman had been replaced by her strange nephew.

tw: artist character (the weird kind), cancer, death

English is not my first language. I used AI tools to help me with translation while building this character, so... sorry in advance for any awkward phrasing.

songs:

nirvana- marigold

Kalben - efendi (sonsuza kadar)