This piece reflects on the quiet companionship of melancholy — not as something to escape, but something that can be healing to keep close, gentle and honest.A woman’s figure dissolves into the grid, as if memory and landscape are playing their own quiet game. The shifting squares echo thoughts half-held and half-lost.The bluebirds rise above with a whisper of wings — maybe it’s a thought, maybe it’s a goodbye, or just the part of her that’s ready to lift off while the rest still lingers in the bittersweet nature of letting go.

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