Thousands of eyes stand before me—staring, curious, and judgmental. Each of them has created their own version of who I am, never knowing that I am made of fragments no one has ever seen. Fragments shaped by wounds that healed in silence, dreams that came alive in darkness, and pieces of myself that were lost along the way. They only see what shines in the light, while I remain among the scattered pieces of my soul, still searching for the truest version of myself.