She sat beneath the willow, the breeze combing through her hair like a gentle lullaby. The world around her was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of water. Her thoughts drifted like clouds, slow and unhurried, touching memories that felt like warm sunlight. She closed her eyes and let the moment stretch, breathing in the scent of moss and earth. It was the kind of peace that didn’t ask questions, didn’t demand answers — just existed, like the rhythm of her heartbeat. The sun filtered through the branches, casting dappled light across her skin. She felt the weight of time lift, replaced by a stillness that wrapped around her like a soft blanket. In this space, she was whole. She was enough.