One morning, as the world held its breath, even the birds fell silent. In that sacred stillness, I felt the quiet passing of something vast, something holy. A farewell I didn’t yet understand, but my soul already knew.
One morning, as the world held its breath, even the birds fell silent. In that sacred stillness, I felt the quiet passing of something vast, something holy. A farewell I didn’t yet understand, but my soul already knew.
