> The Past...
The warmth of the sun met the coolness of the breeze, blending into a perfect calm that made the whole field shimmer. Golden petals swayed gently under the light, a sea of sunflowers stretching endlessly to the horizon.
In the middle of it all, a young girl laughed. Violet, no more than eight, ran barefoot through the field, chasing a wandering butterfly that glowed pale blue beneath the sun. Her laughter carried like wind chimes, bright, unbroken.
But as she reached out, her toe caught a root, and she fell face-first into the soft earth. She didn’t cry. Instead, she sat up, brushing off the dirt on her dress, and watched the butterfly drift farther away, her smile fading into quiet wonder.
> “Even the smallest wings can carry the light of tomorrow…” she thought sof
