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Outside, the rain had stopped. A beam of sunlight timidly broke through the clouds.
“She loved blue,” Rachel whispered. “She loved music… and she loved him. I believe she knows he came.”
In the weeks that followed, a wall at her school was transformed into a mural: a sky swirling in blues, floating musical notes, and the gentle silhouette of a little girl holding a flower. Beneath it, the words Elara once shared with her teacher:
“You don’t need eyes to see beauty. Just a song.”
