My Miracle Is Your Silhouette

The blind girl counted the sound of rain and could not tell the difference between day and night. The small town painter always appeared at dusk and asked her to "see" the light in his paintings with her fingertips. Later, when the rainy season ended, she opened her eyes at the first ray of warmth - he painted the sun for a whole year and hid the whole spring in her pupils. It turns out that the miracle is that someone is willing to steal eternal light for you.