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It is a pause. A moment of silence before awakening.
Half of the face—marked, serene, eyes closed—represents a version of myself that no longer exists, even though she still breathes. The other half, covered in gold, is a rebirth—a promise of who I am about to become.
The deep crimson background reflects the intensity of transformation. It is not death, yet it feels like an ending. An inner farewell.
It does not scream. It does not rush.
It is the moment just before opening my eyes again… and never being the same.
It is a pause. A moment of silence before awakening.
Half of the face—marked, serene, eyes closed—represents a version of myself that no longer exists, even though she still breathes. The other half, covered in gold, is a rebirth—a promise of who I am about to become.
The deep crimson background reflects the intensity of transformation. It is not death, yet it feels like an ending. An inner farewell.
It does not scream. It does not rush.
It is the moment just before opening my eyes again… and never being the same.