For a moment, there was no weight. No name, no past, no ache, only breath, and sky, and silence. I was standing above the clouds, not to feel powerful, but to remember how small I really am. From here, the world below is not forgotten— it is forgiven. The noise, the fear, the struggle— all softened into cotton blue that swells and folds like memory too gentle to hold. I didn’t rise above it all. I merely paused, and found that peace had been waiting the whole time. 4000 x 6000 px 300 Dpi By Samanta, 2025