In the silence of a lonely heart, where echoes of love once thrived, there’s a story like a bird, delicate yet strong. This bird, with wings built from muscle and dreams, flies through the skies of hope, only to find itself perched on branches of sorrow. Its feathers, a blend of resilience and fragility, tell a tale of a love that soared high but was destined to fall. Just like this bird, we too carry the weight of a love that once was. With every beat of our wings, we push forward, holding onto the magic within us, even as the winds of fate try to pull us back. Through the muscle of our strength and the enchantment of our words, we introduce ourselves as creators, artists who transform pain into beauty, crafting stories from the threads of our broken hearts. In this journey of art and life, we embrace the sadness, letting it fuel our creativity, and with every stroke, we rise again—just like the bird, determined, graceful, and unbroken