Each morning, she walked to the edge of the lake, carrying the weight of unspoken sorrows. For days, the mist refused to lift, and her heart mirrored the grey stillness. But one morning, the sky softened—hues of blue and rose stretched across the water like a promise. In that quiet moment, she felt it: the light hadn’t left her, it had simply been waiting—for her to look up. Aurora wasn’t just the name of the sky that day—it was her new beginning.