THE SKY WITHOUT BLUE

The road stretched endlessly before me, glowing orange under a sun that never set. The air shimmered with dust, and the clouds looked like bruises across the horizon. No one remembered what blue looke...

ANGELINA ARORAAn 8th-grade storyteller who loves imagining skies, dreams, and magical worlds. Fascinated by nature and everyday wonders, they write to share hope, beauty, and the quiet magic hidden in every moment.