女はベッドに立っている。

The soft glow of the morning sun spilled through the curtains, casting delicate patterns on the wooden floor of the small apartment. Mia, a twenty-five-year-old aspiring artist, stood on her bed, her bare feet sinking into the comforter. She balanced precariously, her arms outstretched like a tightrope walker, as if the bed was a stage and the world beyond her bedroom door was a vast, uncharted territory.

Her heart raced with the thrill of the moment. This was her sanctuary, a place where dreams collided with reality, where the chaos of the outside world faded into the background. It was here that she could be anything—an explorer, a dancer, a fearless adventurer. Today, however, she felt an unusual sense of determination pressing against her chest. She had a decision to make.

The previous evening had been spent in a haze of uncertainty. After receiving a rejection email from a prestigious gallery that had been the focus of her hopes for months, she had spiraled