In a village veiled by mist and mystery, a skilled stone designer captivated the hearts of all who beheld her creations. Her nimble hands breathed life into ordinary stones, sculpting them into exquisite statues that seemed to whisper tales of old. Legends spoke of her artistry, for each masterpiece she crafted bore a soulful essence that enchanted all who gazed upon them.
One fateful day, as the sun cast its golden rays upon the cobbled paths, she stumbled upon a peculiar stone. Unlike any she had seen before, its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, beckoning her to uncover its secrets. With eager hands, she carried it to her workshop, unaware of the extraordinary destiny that lay before her.
As she chiseled and shaped the stone, her heart brimmed with anticipation, envisioning the magnificent statue it would become. Yet, with each stroke of her tool, a shadow of doubt crept into her mind. The stone resisted her efforts, its form elusive and enigmatic.
Just as despair threatened to engulf her, a wise old man appeared, his eyes twinkling with ancient wisdom. "Patience, dear one," he whispered, his voice a soothing melody. "Great art requires time and perseverance. Trust in your skill, and the stone will reveal its true nature to you."
Inspired by his words, the designer resumed her work, pouring her heart and soul into each careful touch. And lo and behold, before her very eyes, the stone began to transform. Its once rigid surface softened, taking on a lifelike hue that pulsed with an ethereal glow.
In a wondrous twist of fate, the stone had not merely become a statue but had awakened as a living being. Grateful for her devotion, it pledged its eternal companionship, a testament to the magical bond between art and artist. Thus, the stone designer's tale transcended the realm of myth, becoming a legend that would endure for generations to come.
𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧.
In a world that screams, I stand in despair,
My voice drowned out, lost in the air.
Chains of tradition tighten each day,
I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay.
Each breath I take feels heavy and torn,
Every mistake a scar I've worn.
I crave a sky where I can be free,
Away from the walls that imprison me.
For now, I sit with my heart in pain,
Silent, yet screaming, again and again.
Though shattered, a spark in me still survives,
Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.