A Peice Of You

The wind whispered secrets along the desolate shore, carrying salt and memories in equal measure. Lena walked barefoot on the cold, damp sand, each step stirring up ghosts of the past. As twilight deepened into a mournful dusk, she spotted something glinting among the scattered shells—a shard of broken mirror. In its fragmented reflection, Lena caught a glimpse of a face filled with sorrow and quiet determination. It was a reminder that somewhere, buried beneath the wreckage of her past, lay a piece of herself waiting to be reclaimed.