ベッドの上に座っている女性

The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting gentle patterns on the room’s pale walls. In the center of a neatly made bed, a woman in her twenties sat cross-legged, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall of ink. Her name was Yuki, and today was the day she had decided to confront the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirring within her for weeks.

Yuki was a graphic designer, passionate and creative, but recently, she felt as though she was living in a fog. The vibrant colors she usually painted with had dulled, the inspiration she once felt had become an echo, haunting her rather than guiding her. She glanced at her sketchpad resting beside her, its pages blank and untouched. It was a stark reminder of the creativity that once flowed effortlessly from her fingers.

With a deep breath, Yuki closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the stillness of the moment. The bed beneath her felt like a soft island amidst the chaos