🎨 Hello, dear artists!
She appeared when the sky burned red—an angel, or something close. Wings like moonlight, eyes too deep for words. She didn’t speak much, but when she did, it felt like time listened. The others feared her; I couldn’t. She carried sorrow in her silence, like she had seen too many lifetimes. But even when she looked away, I kept watching. Not out of curiosity—admiration. She wasn’t just powerful. She was kind in a world that had forgotten how. I don’t know if she’s real, or a dream I met with my eyes open. But I hope she never disappears.
Turn off your phone and reserve this time just for you. Colors, brushes… and action!.🖼️🖌️
