I have always lived more inside my mind than outside. As an introvert, colors have been my way of speaking when words feel too small. Nebula Dreams was born from that silence—a dream painted with colored pencils and touched with flicks of acrylic, as if scattering hope like stardust. She is me and not me; a figure of galaxies who pours light into the dark, painting a universe where sadness dissolves into color. Each swirl, each spark, carries my wish: that joy, energy, and life can bloom even in the quietest corners of the soul.