Gleam, ever the quiet shadow behind Lucky, asked for only one thing: a plot of land.
He didn't want a title, or a statue, or a song.
He wanted to grow something.
So in a sunlit clearing, he began to plant. Not just flowers—but fruits, vegetables, herbs. Plants that healed. Plants that fed. Plants that welcomed.
He opened the gates to anyone in need.
Children called it Gleam's Garden. Others called it the Heartfield.
But Lucky just called it home.
And sometimes, when no one was looking, she'd catch Gleam smiling at the soil like it was a long-lost friend.