Lonely Being

Lonely Being

In the quiet silence, she sheltered, a solitary figure in a world devoid of sight and sound.

Her careful fingertips brushed against the rough and undulating bark of the cedar tree, sensing the stories etched into its ancient skin, careful not to break it.

She floated through the golden forest, transfixed by the earthy damp aroma of the wet undergrowth, each step a connection to the life teeming beneath.

In this blind and deaf world, inside every sensation, she found an unknown, indescribable beauty, every vibration chiming through her lonely being. 


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