“We don’t carry the past — it carries us. We don’t remember — we heal.”

The face is not just a reflection — it’s a chronicle.
In every contour, in every mark — a fragment of what was once lived,
left not by time, but by pain.
The past doesn’t leave. It doesn’t fade.
It grows into you — into your skin, your gaze, your breath.
We say, “I survived,”
but in truth — I became it.

You search for yourself among symbols,
trying to read what you once tried to forget.
And every piece you uncover —
is like a shard in your palm: painful, but honest.

This is not just transformation.
It’s an unveiling.
A reconstruction of the self from ruins.
When you pull not memory, but meaning, from inside yourself.
When the scar is not a flaw,
but a signature beneath everything you’ve endured.

Year: April, 2025
Digital Art drawn in Procreate
Size: 7000*7000 pixels