"Do not drown in sorrow," she breathed, a gentle flame in her eyes as she spoke. Even though she was a mere child; she looked like she was wise beyond her years.
“Life’s a vivid canvas—forge your joy, your name.
Each doll a promise, each castle born from hope,
In the vast expanse of wonder, let your spirit learn to cope.
Yet know that lurking in the shadows bear eyes like cold,
Monsters woven from your doubt, cloaked in fear’s cruel scars.
But Courtney, they’re mere echoes, whispers in the night,
Unravel their darkened power; you possess the inner light.
For every fear that haunts you, there’s a spark to light your fight.
With dreams that soar like starlings and a heart that dares to stand,
With hearts painted in colors bold, and dreams that never fade,
You’ll build a kingdom from the chaos, where love and hope cascade.
You’ll weave your own enchantment—there is magic in your hands."
