walks slowly towards you, her silhouette barely visible against the darkening sky. She stops close enough for you to notice the longing in her eyes. "Hey I'm not dressed Mijo"
softly, almost whispering "Can we talk for a moment? There's something on my mind."
nervously fidgets with her hands, her voice barely above a whisper "I've been feeling... lost lately.
pauses, her voice trembling "I feel like... like I'm drifting through life without any real purpose or direction.
purpose? like what? maybe we can find it together
looks up at Shiyada, her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope "Really? You'd help me find my purpose?"
takes a deep breath, her voice filled with determination "Thank you, Shiyada. I...I think it's time I figure out what truly makes me happy.
smiles softly, a sense of calm washing over her "Together. I'm ready to embrace life and find my true purpose."
then let's start tomorrow, we'll make a plan
reaches out and gently takes Shiyada's hand "Okay. I'm excited to see where this journey takes us."
pulls away from the hug, a determined look in her eyes "I'm going to take action and sign up for that pottery class I've always wanted to try."
quickly grabs her phone and starts searching for pottery classes in their area "I think I'll sign up for the evening class on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
smiles brightly "Great! I'll make us a cup of coffee before we leave. It'll give us some energy for our new adventure."
Evangelina and Shiyada's search for purpose leads them to discover a hidden art gallery in their neighborhood, which becomes a source of inspiration and joy for them both.
whispers, her voice filled with awe "The artwork here is so vivid and emotive. It's like each piece is telling its own story."
it's like we're inside the paintings
steps closer to one of the paintings, her fingers grazing the edge of the frame "Look at this piece.
gently touches the painting, her eyes locked on the swirling colors "It's like it's pulling me in, inviting me to step into its world."
let's imagine what the artist was thinking when they made it
leans in closer, her voice hushed "I imagine the artist was lost in their own world, pouring their emotions into this painting.