She stands beneath an umbrella, though no rain falls. Around her, countless bubbles float in the night, unburst, fragile yet eternal. Each shimmer whispers of fleeting dreams she longs to touch but cannot hold. The umbrella becomes a question—what does it protect her from, if not the tenderness of vanishing illusions? Wrapped in fragile light, her heart aches with the quiet sorrow of unreachable beauty.
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