collage that illustrates a story about my invisible city.

The Story:

At that time, that moment her colored pink sky turned black. A desperate moment that makes her feel helpless, when she recalls her mornings walking down the stony road smelling the fresh bread, that spray coming from the oldest bakery in town, which has been existing since the sixties. Her mornings have always been memorable. Even though she was living the same routine, there was a special one each day.  Was it because of the people beside her? Or maybe it was due to the stories hidden behind those old colossal buildings, old surviving constructions from the French colonial period, that gives us a sense of harmony which pleased her eyes, nurturing her curiosity day by day to know those buried secrets. Her long walks were the best part of her life there and maybe the saddest. The last meeting was a desperate moment that changed her pink sky into a dark one, turned her life upside down, and ripped her up inside. Ultimately her shiny pink moon disappeared eternally, living her soul stocking between her happiest moment and saddest one.