From my navel, a red thread emerges, slender and vibrant, like an artery connecting me to my other self, weaving a network that unites chaos and calm, the broken and the whole. This thread is the symbol of my unbreakable connection to the reality that surrounds me: my memories, my wounds, and the fleeting moments of beauty life has gifted me, in a gesture that suggests I myself am the fertile ground of my existence.
My dreams, fears, and deepest truths lower their gaze, seeking the solace of my “other self.” Between my “self” and the “other” lie fractured pins, as if each crack held an emotional labyrinth, a distorted reflection that reveals half-truths:
"You are all I have ever been and none at the same time."
