🎨 Hello, dear artists!
The bouquet sits quietly on the table, still vibrant, still fragrant. Each petal holds the memory of sunlight, each stem a trace of the field it came from. But already, the edges curl. The water clouds. Time moves gently, but steadily. You lean in, breathe deep, trying to memorize the scent—sweet, fresh, impossibly alive. In a few days, the color will dull, the blooms will bow their heads. Nothing this beautiful stays. That’s the cost of having it at all. So you watch, and you breathe, and you hold it close while it lasts. Because soon, it will be gone.
Ready? It’s a moment just for you. Enjoy it! 🖼️🖌️
