Lyra had always been known for her hands. She could create the most mesmerizing paintings — vivid, bold strokes that seemed to dance on canvas. The walls of her studio were lined with her works, each piece a testament to her love for colors and storytelling through art. She had big dreams of holding exhibitions, of seeing her name alongside great artists one day. But that was before the accident. One rainy evening, while riding her bicycle home from the gallery, Lyra was struck by a car. The pain was instant, blinding. When she woke up in the hospital the next morning, her right hand, the one she used to paint, was in a cast, immobilized. The doctors said that while she would eventually recover, it wouldn’t be the same — her hand would never regain its full strength or dexterity. Weeks turned into months, and Lyra’s frustration grew. She couldn’t hold a brush the way she used to. Her fingers, once so nimble, now felt like clumsy weights. Every attempt to paint left her feeling defeated...