Synopsis

Willow Nightingale found her smile had vanished. It wasn't a gradual fading, but a sudden departure, as if someone had carefully tucked it away and locked the door. The corners of her mouth, once naturally upturned, now held a hesitant stillness. Laughter felt foreign, a muscle she’d forgotten how to flex. Conversations, once bright and easy, now seemed weighted with a subtle melancholy. The world, which had always held a playful charm for her, appeared muted, distant. A quiet sadness clung to h