The sky is oddly grey today.
Coco stood by the window, gazing at the morning sky, her eyes drinking in the breathtaking sight.
The sun was rising just above the horizon, casting the sky in a beautiful array of colors; pinks, golds, and blues meshed together— casting a soft, warm glow over the village below.
Although, despite the sky being a stunning mixture of pinks, blues, and oranges, the colors blend together in a magnetizing painting, Coco could only stare blankly with her heart feeling empty.
It was a moment of peace and tranquility, a reminder that she must start her day with her usual routine of taking a bath, taking her packed meals from the pub's kitchen, and going on her merry way out to the forest.
However, the woman merely stood there, her gaze fixed on the sky as she watched the sun's morning rays slowly chase away the stars.
