There are moments when silence speaks louder than any spoken word—when a quiet evening sky, painted in hues of orange and violet, whispers stories only the heart can hear. In those moments, we come face to face with ourselves—not the version the world sees, but the one we keep hidden beneath layers of smiles and strength. It is in this stillness that healing begins, not with answers, but with acceptance. For the soul does not always need to be fixed; sometimes, it only longs to be felt.