Blissful Mornings - Mira: The Quiet Archivist

The walls of Mira’s home were not meant to impress.

They were quiet, much like her.

But to anyone who truly looked—

they revealed a soul’s archive.

Paintings lined every inch.

Some were weathered, others unfinished.

Some pulsed with rage, others wept in golds and umbers.

All of them told a story—none with words.

Marcus often paused in front of them, his hands behind his back,

as though in conversation with each brushstroke.

He did not ask his mother about them.

He didn’t need to.

Because Mira’s story was not a secret.

It was a transformation.

She had once wept for being born from conquest.

A descendant of the famed explorer Magellan,

whose name lived in books and in the bone-deep wounds of an archipelago.

She had grown up surrounded by stories she did not want to carry—

ships that tore, maps that silenced, flags that erased.

But she was also born of a healer.

Her mother, an island woman with quiet hands and eyes that forgave the ocean.

From her, Mira learned to mix pigments from hibiscus,

to write memory in color,

to offer healing without explanation.

And it was Olivio—her beloved—who saw all of her.

He knew who she descended from.

And he loved her not despite it, but through it.

Together they returned to the islands, not as heirs,

but as humbled seekers of harmony.

It was here, in the shadow of history and the light of new love,

that Mira found herself painting the present.

She painted the swaddle cottage.

Not as it was in history books,

but as it had become:

a sanctuary of women, of memory, of birth and re-birth.

Soon, she would meet them—the Circle.

And she would not bring declarations or demands.

But her presence would echo through what arrived:

One wrapped in the memory of her grandfather’s hands.

One once given to a girl named Julia,

who painted a flower on its sail beneath a field of stars.

-Bliss Chains Authors