Magical tales: The Sky is Inside

There was heaven in her eyes. But not what is above her head, but what is inside - deep, silent, boundless. It didn't sparkle, it didn't scream, it didn't inspire admiration. She just existed... and it made it easier even for those who had forgotten how to look up.

The butterflies felt it and took off. They landed on her eyelashes, on her shoulders, on her thoughts. Because they knew that it was possible to be light around her.

She was the silence that needed nothing. She was a space where you suddenly remember who you were before all these roles. Her sky is not a place, but a feeling she wants to return to.