A delicate, dreamy, and emotive illustration on multicolored iridescent parchment in the style of Lois van Baarle. In the garden of forgotten things, Where shattered dreams and broken wings Lie scattered, like the shards of clay, That once held beauty, now faded away. The pottery, a testament to human art, A symphony of curves, a dance of heart, Now lies in pieces, like the fragments of a soul, A reminder that even beauty is not whole. The glaze, a whispered promise of forever bright, Now dulled and faded, like the light of a winter's night, The cracks, a topography of time and touch, A map of moments, laughter, tears, and gentle clutch. Yet, even in its brokenness, the pottery remains divine, A testament to human touch, and the beauty that's still mine, For in the fragments, we find a truth profound, That even in the brokenness, a beauty still resounds.