Mira stood in the garden, staring at the flowers for a while before her gaze fell on the Senerp flower. A slow, painful smile tugged at her lips, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She stood there, unmoving, lost in her thoughts, unaware of how much time had passed. The drizzle began to fall, soft raindrops pattering on her wavy curls, slowly undoing the care she'd put into her hair. Each drop seemed to blur the colors of the garden around her, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.
She wondered, fleetingly, if the rain was mocking her, and she smiled bitterly at the thought. Hours must have passed, yet she remained rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on the Senerp flower. The flower's petals, usually vibrant, were now weighed down by the rain, opening and closing with the rhythm of the droplets. Mira watched its subtle dance, feeling a strange comfort in its resilience. For a brief moment, it felt as though she'd forgotten her troubles, if only for a while.
