The Glassmaker’s Workshop
In a small town perched on the edge of a great, glittering sea, there lived a glassmaker named Liora. Her shop was filled with dazzling creations: crystal goblets that sang in the wind, mirrors that caught the sun’s fire, and delicate figurines that seemed to breathe life. Yet, of all her masterpieces, Liora cherished one above all — a flawless glass sphere that hung from the ceiling of her workshop, catching the light and painting the walls with rainbows.
This sphere, she believed, held the truth of who she was. Every day, Liora would sit beneath it, watching its reflections shift with the light. When customers came to her shop, they marveled at her creations, but she barely noticed them. Her world had shrunk to the sphere and its iridescent glow.
The Storm
One evening, a fierce storm rolled in from the sea. The wind howled, and waves crashed against the shore, shaking the foundations of the town. Liora’s workshop trembled, and with a deafening crash, the glass sphere fell, shattering into a thousand pieces on the stone floor.
Liora stood frozen, staring at the shards that littered her workshop. The rainbow lights were gone. Her reflection — her identity — was gone. She sank to her knees and tried to gather the pieces, slicing her fingers on the sharp edges.
