Panso Hilary

LOSS AND GRIEF . Content Warning.

The Wind nner Valley had always been her sanctuary. Nestled among the majestic peaks, this beloved natural landscape was a tapestry of vibrant wildflowers, lush green meadows, and a meandering river that sang a gentle melody. Lucy had spent countless hours in the valley, feeling the caress of the breeze on her cheeks, the sweet scent of blooming flowers filling her lungs, and the symphony of birdsong serenading her soul. It was her refuge, a place of solace and untamed beauty.