Mia lived in a quiet world painted in soft grays and whispers. But in her mind, colors danced β wild blues, golden thoughts, and dreams that shimmered. No one saw what she saw, yet she smiled at skies others called dull. She painted visions on windows, hoping someone might glimpse her world. One day, a child pointed at her drawing and whispered, βI see it too.β And in that moment, Mia knew her vision had finally touched the real world.