Once, she thought she had to choose between two things. Between being strong and being fragile. Between being seen and staying hidden. Between speaking and silence. Until she realized none of these stood against each other. She closed her eyes , not to hide, but to finally see herself without anyone else's gaze. And in that moment, something bloomed from within her , not something she built, but something that had always been there, waiting for a moment of silence to reveal itself. Blooming isn't always loud. Sometimes it's just a closed eye, and a world quietly taking shape around someone.