Nino laughed—a real laugh, small and broken like a dropped cup. “You brought me to a ruin to show me the sky?”

“We’re closed,” he said.

In Tbilisi, they have a saying: "Gveli k’lavs, magram c’q’als ar k’lavs" — The dragon dies, but the water does not.

It happened on the rickety iron staircase that connected the old district to the new. Autumn rain turned the steps into a mirror.

He never replies with words. He sends a photo of the star.

And Nino learned that a broken chandelier, if held by the right hands, can still light up a very dark room.

But Lado saw what the others did not.

The Tbilisi Dragon and the Handmade Star