She stood beneath the coral sky, where the light was but a whisper,
trying to piece together the fragments of a forgotten dream.
Around her, the clouds drifted like memories—soft, ambiguous,
echoing the silent screams that faded into the horizon.
The whispers of the stars were her only companions, their distant
glimmer akin to the fading heartbeat of a long-lost promise.
As she gazed upward, questions formed in her mind, each one
a ghostly silhouette against the backdrop of the dying day.
What waits beyond the coral sky? she wondered.
And who would hear her silent screams when the night wrapped around her like a shroud?
The story continued to unfold in the spaces between her breaths,
in the quiet ballet of the clouds above.