Some wounds never ask to be seen. They settle beneath the skin, become part of our shape, and teach us how to carry what we cannot let go. Caught between flesh and bone, shadow and flame, she sits with the weight of everything left unsaid. A small candle burns beside her — fragile, flickering, yet unwilling to surrender to the dark. ‘Healing doesn't always mean becoming whole. Sometimes, it means learning to live with what remains.’