A girl stands quietly in a soft dress, hiding behind a glowing screen like a fragile shield. Inside her head, the noise is louder than the room, anxieties lined up like colorful weapons, waiting to fire. The world outside dresses violence in bright colors and calls it normal, almost collectible. She stands there anyway, exposed and uncertain, holding together a body full of second thoughts. Somewhere between vulnerability and sarcasm, the piece whispers a tired question: if war can look this decorative, maybe our fears were never meant to feel this loud.