Sometimes I imagine myself dancing among the stars, as if the sky were my home, and every spark of light responded to my movement. In other dreams, I walk through a quiet forest where the air is filled with magic, and every step leads me to something wond
I am the silence before dawn and the light wind that barely touches the skin. The softness of the sunset and a stubborn spark live within me, which does not allow it to go out even on the darkest days. My eyes are not just a reflection of the world, but a whole story: you can see warmth in them if you look with kindness, and depth if you are not afraid to look a little further than the surface.
I love the details - the way the light hits the glass, the sound of laughter in the silence, how random moments become memories. There is tenderness in me, but it is not weakness, but strength that I choose every day.