The king of the forest

🎨 Hello, dear artists! She smiled like someone who had learned how to smile through silence. It wasn’t forced—but it wasn’t whole, either. People often told her how beautiful she looked, how bright her eyes were. They...

🎨 Hello, dear artists! I expected magic. Trumpets. Maybe a beam of light. But when I saw the newborn—red, wrinkled, squinting like an old man—I froze. “Isn’t he beautiful?” they whispered. I nodded, unsure if I was...

🎨 Hello, dear artists! They stood close, too close for some, not close enough for others. Eyes half-closed, breaths shared, the silence between them heavier than words. She tilted her face toward one, yet felt the...