If a picture paints a thousand words Then why can't I paint you The words will never show The you I've come to know If a face could launch a...

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She and the cat do not speak — they listen. To the breath of pigments, to the hush of blooming stillness, to the invisible thread that ties a soul to another without a single word.

Her dress is a tapestry of scattered petals, as though she walked through a garden that clung to her, refusing to let beauty be forgotten. He, her feline mirror, sits like a sage dipped in blue dusk, watching her with the patience of stars.

Around them, the world is not real — or perhaps too real. A burst of color frozen in reverence, dripping like memories from the edges of time.

The space between them is not empty. It is sacred. A sanctuary where emotion speaks in shades instead of syllables, and where stillness holds more meaning than any motion could dare express.

Lovely!