Sadness: Sleeping Beneath Forgotten Colors

In the quiet heart of the forest, she lay wrapped in silence, as if the world had gently folded her into its memory.

Around her, colors spilled like broken dreams into the water, echoes of emotions that once burned bright.

The trees stood still, guarding a story no one would ever hear. And somewhere between sleep and eternity, she drifted deeper into a place where pain could no longer follow.