Liberation is not the absence of struggle, it is born from it. One woman’s figure bends under the weight of shadows, carrying the heaviness of all that has been. Yet from that same body, another figure rises. She is faceless, universal, reaching upward with arms wide open. It is the moment of becoming, when darkness no longer defines you, and light is no longer distant.

Liberation is not escape. It is the return to your truest self, unbound, untamed, and infinite.