Sadness: When the Sky Began to Grieve

Above the silent forest, the sky unraveled in wounded colors— as if the heavens themselves could no longer carry their sorrow.

The trees stood thin and fragile beneath the storm of light, like forgotten souls reaching for something they could never touch.

For a moment, the world was beautiful and broken at once. And in that trembling silence, it felt as though the night itself was mourning something it had lost forever. 🌙