She moved like autumn itself—rustling skirts the color of falling leaves, scattering petals in her wake. No one knew where she was running to, only that the flowers seemed to rise and follow, as if unwilling to let her go.
With each step, the ground bloomed anew, and the air shimmered with whispers of secret gardens and half-forgotten dreams. Was she escaping something, or simply chasing the horizon? The answer was tucked beneath her folded hat, hidden like a secret she carried with a sly smile the world could not see.
All that remained certain was this: wherever she ran, wonder followed.
She moved like autumn itself—rustling skirts the color of falling leaves, scattering petals in her wake. No one knew where she was running to, only that the flowers seemed to rise and follow, as if unwilling to let her go.
With each step, the ground bloomed anew, and the air shimmered with whispers of secret gardens and half-forgotten dreams. Was she escaping something, or simply chasing the horizon? The answer was tucked beneath her folded hat, hidden like a secret she carried with a sly smile the world could not see.
All that remained certain was this: wherever she ran, wonder followed.
