Sub Uno Caelo: Worn masks, Lived years

She stands on the edge of her beliefs and memories, surrounded by her emotions and the changes of all these years. The masks are not lies, they are her identity, and the path of her growth. Now she knows who she is, aware. Light and free, unafraid, in a city grey and indifferent. And as always, under the sky, she gives her heart to the warmth of the sunset, and whispers again to the moon, the only witness who knows everything.