ObservationLonging aches for a time when innocence could be cradled again. The vast sky offers no answers, only silence. Perched in an ancient oak, the newborn queen glows with purity, a warmth never to be touched. Below, the sight is tender yet cruel, a distant light beyond reach.
Submerged in chaos, unseen, unheard. The world’s weight pushes deeper. Reaching for what cannot be grasped, an embrace, a whisper, only to clutch the void. Once, dreams soared in color. Now, they sink, dissolving into despair.0.1639%
