“Sweet Melancholy in Venice”
Mist curled around her as she drifted through Venice, each narrow calle and quiet canal murmuring in a language only she seemed to understand. She paused on bridges, watching gondolas sway beneath the golden light, feeling the city’s soft melancholy press gently against her chest.
Evening spilled warmth over the stone streets. She slipped into hidden cafes, where candlelight danced on cracked walls and distant music wove with the rhythm of her steps. Every fleeting moment tasted of a delicate sweetness, a secret pulse that seemed to belong only to her and the city she moved through.
