Night has embraced the room, but here, by the window, I am always at peace. In front of me on the table, in this muted darkness, four camellias seem like living beings, their petals whispering secrets that only I can hear. Nearby, luminous balls of dandelions flicker, symbols of my hopes and desires. It seems that they dance with my thoughts, carrying them somewhere far beyond the walls. At such moments, I feel how my soul blossoms, like these camellias, filling with a quiet light and unspoken hopes.