FÉNIX

Sometimes, to take off, you have to fall first - not dramatically, but with the realization that the old version of yourself no longer fits in the old skin. Light then emerges from these cracks, boldly, beautifully, truly alive. And now the breathing is different, the walk is as if on air, and the voice finally sounds without trying to please. There's no pose here, just pure feeling: lightness after a storm. When you stop explaining, justifying, and proving your point, you can just breathe deeply and move on. Let someone whisper that I've "changed" - well, yes, finally.