Mixed Media on paper
Signed on the front.
In a quaint cottage nestled at the edge of a lush meadow, there lived a young girl named Lily. Beside her bed lay a humble rug, woven with threads of magic passed down through generations. Each night, as Lily drifted into dreams, the rug would come alive, its fibers stretching and blooming with an array of vibrant flowers. By morning, the room would be filled with the sweet scent of blossoms, and Lily would awaken to a carpet ablaze with color