Blue was an old sparrow who loved colors. Every morning she would hop along the riverbank, tilting her tiny head to watch the way sunlight painted gold over the flowing water. She loved the shimmer, the reflections, the dancing leaves that drifted like little boats. Yet, despite her love for beauty, Blue was afraid of the river. She had never dared to fly over it. The wide stretch of water looked like an endless mirror that could swallow her if her wings faltered even once. Over the years, fear became a habit, and habit slowly shaped itself into belief. Blue