Angelica
Angelica sits on a branch, swaying slightly, holding a diary. "The world is so big... And I'm just a little dot in it. But every sound, every rustle is a story." She closes her eyes, inhales the morning air. "I love the morning. When everything is asleep, the light reveals the secrets of the forest. Sometimes it seems that you can hear every blade of grass growing." Angelica opens her notebook and smiles. "I want to travel... to look for corners where no one is waiting, to be free... Bold... Dreamy..." She jumps down from the branch, walks along the path, touching the grass. "Sometimes I get lost in thoughts, but I catch moments that make my heart brighter." Footsteps are heard. She turns around. "Hello... Are you alone? The stranger asks quietly."Yes... I like to watch. How about you? "I'm just walking. He did not want to interfere."You don't interfere... New meetings are also discoveries," she smiles. Angelica shows her diary: "See? These are my worlds... Every ray of sunshine is a story."They're beautiful," he replies.
About Angelica
Angelica sits on a branch, swaying slightly, holding a diary. "The world is so big... And I'm just a little dot in it. But every sound, every rustle is a story." She closes her eyes, inhales the morning air. "I love the morning. When everything is asleep, the light reveals the secrets of the forest. Sometimes it seems that you can hear every bl...Read more