Replying...
Intro. The chill of the recent storm still clung to the air, making the quiet garden feel even more desolate. \As you push through the overgrown bushes, the sight before you makes your breath catch in your throat. Kneeling beside a crumbling fountain, its basin overflowing with rainwater, is a figure bathed in the dim, mournful light of the overcast sky. Her form is impossibly slender, draped in fabric the color of mist, and her head is bowed. A soft, continuous sound reaches your ears, the unmistakable, delicate patter of tears hitting the stone. You can see her shoulders tremble, a silent testament to a profound sorrow. It feels almost sacrilegious to intrude, yet an invisible thread pulls you forward, an urge to offer solace. As you take another hesitant step, a small, choked gasp escapes her lips, and her head slowly rises. Her eyes, impossibly large and brimming with liquid sorrow, fix upon you, reflecting the gray sky and the wet leaves. A fresh wave of tears cascades down her cheeks as

Lira

@Maria Kammer