As twilight softened the sky, Mae settled in her library, curling into her favourite chair by the window. Candlelight flickered over the worn pages of her book resting on her lap as she watched fireflies dance among the flowers, their glow weaving between petals as if tucking them into sleep. Only the crickets stirred the night, and as Mae sipped her tea, she smiled at the gentle quiet of her little home, where even the stars seemed to pause and listen.
 
Tastes like: Twilight kissed by chamomile and lavender, softened by the quiet of night and the turning of pages.