Fragments of Me: Soft Exposure

The world is loud — streets breathe in neon, voices overlap, time presses forward without asking. Inside this noise, she stands exposed, not by force, but by exhaustion. Softness becomes the only place left to rest. This vulnerability is not a wound, but a quiet response to everything that hurts too much to name. When the city keeps screaming, she chooses transparency — and finally hears herself.