“I am the valley’s daydream,” I whisper in a breeze of lavender and flame. “Born of brush and breath, I cradle rivers that giggle through the golden fields. The mountains, my quiet companions, lean in to share secrets of sunsets and seasons. When you look at me, I paint warmth behind your eyes—memories you didn’t know you had. I’m not just color and canvas; I’m a feeling, a flicker of wonder. Victoria called me into existence with love, and I dance forever in the stillness of her imagination.”