I used to think surviving was enough. Maybe that's what happens when you spend too long in a place that keeps asking you to become something you're not. You don't notice the change. You just keep giving up small parts of yourself because it's easier than fighting every day. One day you look back and realize nothing actually escaped. It only learned how to exist where it never belonged. I still don't know if that's called survival. Hand-drawn with ink pen, digitally finished in Procreate.