A river moves above her, through her hair, and around her body. Its winding path seems endless, yet she remains quietly still, as if she has learned to live with the currents within her. A small boat rests close to her heart — a fragile vessel navigating an ocean of memories, emotions, and unspoken dreams. Perhaps the river represents everything she has carried along the way: the things that changed her, the things she could not leave behind, and the things that continue to shape who she is. She does not try to stop the water. She lets it flow. Because sometimes, finding your way does not mean controlling the current. It means learning how to travel with it.