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Morning holds her cup, Sun slips between old windows, Warm silence learns breath. A solitary young woman stands on a quiet balcony in early morning light, holding a small dark espresso cup close to her chest. Her hair is gathered in a loose, wind-tugged bun with soft strands escaping along her cheek. Behind her, a hillside city becomes a patchwork of pastel facades, washed turquoise, apricot, soft lemon, pearl white, melting into one another like wet pigment on paper. Light blooms more than form; edges dissolve gently. Wet-on-wet watercolor diffusion blended with painterly oil texture, soft bokeh, glowing mist, faded vintage paper grain, delicate brush accidents and luminous leaks. The mood is tender and bright, hope without announcement, yet a quiet ache lingers in the shadows beneath balconies and windows. Dreamy, hazy, breezy. No text, no symbols.
