The painting is called You are perfect to me.
A blue mist wove through the forest, soft, wrapping around a quiet hill. The landscape felt untouched, just as it was meant to be—imperfect yet whole, wild yet gentle.
The hill stood steady, neither too high nor too small, simply existing as itself. And in its quiet presence, the truth settled in: perfection was never about being something else. It was about being exactly as you are.