She bends under the weight of what’s coming. It’s not her time to grow up, and yet time doesn’t wait. The colourful brilliance surrounding her no longer speaks only of wonder, it becomes heavy, a symbol of responsibility, expectation, and adulthood she neither wants nor is ready for. Her posture is a quiet farewell, a soft, wordless attempt to hold on to a carefree childhood world that is already beginning to fade. It’s not her time to grow up. But she knows it’s coming, and that it cannot be stopped. neuralartistry.art | 7424 x 9856 | JPG | created 2025