ベッドの上に座っている女性

The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns on the wooden floor. In the center of the room, a bed draped in white linens stood as a silent witness to the story unfolding within its confines. On this bed sat a woman in her twenties, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall of ink, her expression a tapestry of contemplation and uncertainty.

Mina had always been the kind of person who thrived on routine. Each day followed a rhythm: wake up, go to work, come home, and repeat. But today felt different. Today, the weight of her choices pressed heavily on her chest, and she found herself rooted in place, staring at the wall opposite her. The faint hum of the city outside was a reminder of life continuing on, but inside her small apartment, time seemed to stretch and warp.

She had recently graduated from university, a milestone that should have filled her with pride and excitement. Instead, it left her feeling adrift. The