There is a garden no one has ever seen, growing quietly beneath her skin. Every flower carries a memory she never spoke, every leaf holds a dream she refused to let go. She walks through the world with an empty face, while an entire universe blooms in its place. Perhaps she was never lost. Perhaps she was only growing roots reaching into the darkness, searching for a little light. And when the world asks, “Who are you?” She doesn't answer. She simply blooms. 🌸