Like the Phoenix I rose from my ashes. I was shattered, broken, and scattered. Life dealt its harshest blows one after another. There came a moment when even my breath could no longer bear the weight of the past. But right there, in that darkest hour… A spark ignited within me. From my silence, a scream emerged. I pieced together my broken parts, Wove my pains, stitch by stitch. I recreated myself; A stronger, wiser, freer version of me. Like the Phoenix, I soared, Turning every ember into a wing. And now, when I look back at my past… I realize that that burning was, in fact, an awakening. Rebirth I had lost everything. My home, my job, my friends... Life had come crashing down on me; the mountains I once trusted had crumbled one by one. The streets no longer felt familiar, and the mirrors—more foreign than ever. But there was one thing left in my pocket: hope. No one could see it, but I carried it. It was the only thing that warmed me on a cold night. It was the reason I still