She arrived at dusk, carrying a satchel full of colors no one had names for.93Please respect copyright.PENANA3TVAt9asq5
She listened to the tavern’s murmurs, then painted the air with silent strokes.93Please respect copyright.PENANA2eeV9HoJTH
I served her Whisperwine—a delicate blend of dreamleaf and frostpetal.93Please respect copyright.PENANAWszIsBLt9U
She smiled, said the colors would find their way back to her.93Please respect copyright.PENANAgD5AwbkArD
I wonder if her paintings can hear.