Not flawless, a prism bent by life’s blows. Yet, the way she diffracts light, a fractured rainbow, holds a beauty all its own.

We aren’t shards of the same mirror, reflecting a single, shared reality.
More like prisms, fractured and vibrant, bending the light into kaleidoscopic clarity.
A collision, a chaotic interplay of hues, unfamiliar colors bleeding into something new.
A universe born from the clash, love, a breathtaking, ever-shifting view.

para Isa