Living under someone's shadow

Previously

…As dusk began to settle, painting the sky in hues of bruised purple and fading orange, Eleanor continued to draw. The city lights began to flicker on, like scattered stars against the deepening twilight. She looked at her sketch, a small, imperfect representation of the world outside her window. It was a beginning. A quiet, uncertain, but undeniably her own beginning. And in that moment, under a sky that was no longer dictated by anyone else’s gaze, Eleanor felt a profound, albeit tentative, sense of hope. The sunrise had begun, not with a blaze of glory, but with a soft, persistent glow.