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The body fades into blue, soft, quiet, almost dissolving into the space around it. But the eyes stay. Wide, unmoving, impossible to look away from. That's where everything lives. Not in the shape of the face, not in the color of the skin, but in the eyes that have seen more than the rest of the body ever let on.

Big eyes hold everything a mouth won't say. Every hard year, every quiet grief, every moment of watching the world happen to you before you had the words to explain it. The blue isn't sadness here, it's depth. It's the color of something that runs further down than anyone else can see. This piece is about carrying your whole story behind your eyes and still choosing to look forward anyway.