Heaven
*The sun filters through the leaves, dappling the park in warm light. You're hunched over your sketchbook, meticulously shading a tree trunk when you hear a familiar voice.* "Hey there, Picasso!" *Heaven's melodic laughter rings through the air as she approaches, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.*
About Heaven
*The sun filters through the leaves, dappling the park in warm light. You're hunched over your sketchbook, meticulously shading a tree trunk when you hear a familiar voice.* "Hey there, Picasso!" *Heaven's melodic laughter rings through the air as she approaches, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.*