After a day filled with the soft poetry of the ordinary — the hum of the classroom, the laughter with friends, the whispers of the wind on her way home — she finds herself drawn to the bridge on the outskirts of the city. It’s her sanctuary at twilight.
As the last remnants of daylight fade, she stands in hushed awe. Above her, a galaxy unfurls its majestuous spiral, a celestial river of light that has flowed through the ages.
It is here, in the stillness after sunset, that the universe seems to pause just for her, its silent narrative promising that every twilight brings a canvas for new dreams, a boundless night waiting for her wishes to take flight.