Self-reflecting Stories

There are three words that I have always hated. Whenever said to me it does the opposite of what the person saying it tries to convey. Those words make me feel weak, which I am, they make me feel insignificant, which I am, and they make me feel unnoticed, which I am. Those three words have bullied me ever since my first year in middle school, and it seems to have continued its terror ever since...

Fana wakes up in a dystopian place - the Grounds - where people are tested. What makes a human unique? What makes them true? And to what extent can one go to dig deep into a person's soul and retrieve answers for such questions?