The world looks different after surviving too much.
The air feels slower. The light stretches softly across the field. Even the wind seems careful not to disturb the silence too hard.
Peace after war walks quietly beside the empty space, carrying the quiet proof that something beautiful still survived.
⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ