女はベッドに立っている。

The morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting ethereal patterns on the wooden floor of Mia’s small apartment. She blinked awake, her body still heavy with sleep as she lay cocooned in the warmth of her duvet. Today was supposed to be just another Tuesday, but as the sun climbed higher, a strange pull urged her to rise.

After a languid stretch, Mia swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her toes grazing the cool floor. She stood up, her heart beating a little faster as she surveyed her reflection in the wall mirror. With tousled hair framing her face and her pajamas wrinkled from a restless night, she looked like a shadow of herself. Yet, something felt different. A whisper in her mind urged her to embrace the day, to break free from the mundane routine that had increasingly suffocated her spirit.

Mia had once been vibrant and full of dreams—the girl who painted vibrant canvases filled with color, who danced in the