After breakfast, Alina rinsed her mug and plate, set them gently on the counter to dry, and let the quiet of the morning wrap around her like a soft blanket. With nothing urgent calling her name and the day stretching ahead like an empty page, she slipped outside into her little yard.
The moment she stepped through the back door, a wave of peaceful warmth welcomed her. Sunlight poured lazily over the grass, glimmering on the dew like tiny stars caught in daylight. A gentle breeze rustled through the tall trees lining the forest behind her home, carrying the soft scent of leaves, earth, and the lingering sweetness of dawn.
