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Once, she believed the world was made of light.
Once, she believed in kindness, in hope, in beginnings.
Now she lives in the quiet aftermath of something that took more than it gave - something that hollowed out her sense of self and left her standing in a space that feels endlessly empty. As she looks back at who she was and who she has become, she is forced to confront the pain of what was done, the weight of what was lost, and the fragile question of whether anything can still grow in the ruins.
This is a story about loss that cannot be measured, about the slow unraveling of a once-bright inner world - and about the longing, however faint, to find meaning, identity, and maybe even hope again after everything has been taken.