High atop the mountain, Theresia lay prone on the ground in solitude, her hand tightly gripping a sharp, small stone. Strike after strike, she chipped forcefully at the hard earth.
The rising sun slowly ascended, and its gentle, lingering glow draped like a light veil over that tiny spot.
That warm radiance gently enveloped Theresia, making her slender figure stand out against the brilliant backdrop in a way that was both strikingly beautiful and heartbreaking.
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