Three tiles lay scattered on the floor, each one a different shade of blue. They had been part of a mosaic, once intricate and beautiful, now broken and forgotten. The first tile was a deep sapphire, flecked with silver and shimmering in the dim light. The second tile was a gentle robin's egg blue, with delicate swirls of white that danced across its surface. The third tile was a vibrant cobalt, so bright it almost seemed to glow. As I picked up the tiles, I couldn't help but wonder what had caused them to be separated from the rest of the mosaic. Had it been an accident? Or had someone deliberately shattered this piece of art? I couldn't know for sure, but I knew that I wanted to put them back together again. Carefully, I arranged the tiles in a line, envisioning the way they would fit together to create a new and unique pattern. As I worked, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, as if I was completing a puzzle that had been waiting for me to solve it. And when I finally placed the last tile in its rightful spot, I knew that the mosaic was whole once more.
