That afternoon, Lyubov sat above the restless city, wondering how a life so beautiful could feel so unfamiliar. A little blue bird landed beside her, carrying the quiet promise of happiness she had spent so long searching for. She watched it in silence, wishing she could tell it all the things she had never dared to say aloud. When the bird finally took flight, a faint smile touched her lips. Perhaps she wasn't longing for another world. Perhaps she was simply searching for the happiness to be herself, and the freedom to become the girl she had never been allowed to be.