As dawn broke, casting a soft, golden glow over the landscape, Poorvi stood at the edge of a sun-kissed meadow, Poorvi's gaze fixed on a breathtaking sight. Before her, a field of wildflowers stretched as far as the eye could see, their vibrant colors painting a picture of ephemeral beauty.

Poorvi had always been captivated by the transient nature of things—the fleeting moments that left an indelible mark on the soul. It was in those moments, she believed, that the true essence of beauty revealed itself. And now, as she stood amidst the delicate petals and swaying grasses, she couldn't help but ponder the question that had woven its way into the fabric of her being: "If not meant to be forever, then why so beautiful?"