Once there was a girl named Alina who loved colors more than anything else. While others saw the blue sky as just blue, she imagined it painted with pink, gold, and lavender.
She dreamed of becoming a great artist one day. But her village was small, and paints were expensive. So, Alina collected flower petals, crushed berries, and even colorful stones to make her own colors.
Every morning, she painted small pictures on pieces of scrap paper. She drew mountains that touched the clouds, rivers that sparkled like diamonds, and skies that danced with a hundred shades.
One summer, an art teacher from the city visited her school. When he saw Alina’s paintings, his eyes lit up. “You have a gift,” he said. “Would you like to study art in the city?”
It was the first time anyone had believed in her dream. Alina worked hard, and years later, her paintings were displayed in galleries across the world.
People often asked her, “How do you paint such magical skies?”
She would smile and answer, “Because in my heart, I never stopped dreaming
