The faint light of early morning filtered through the curtains, illuminating her anguished face.
Sitting in front of the mirror, her reddened eyes revealed the traces of intense crying.
Today, as so often before, her heart had found no other way to express the agitation that consumed her.
Tears of frustration flowed uncontrollably, reflecting that which she longed to change but which eluded her grasp.
When the crying finally stopped, she washed her face, seeking to regain her composure. As she looked at herself in the mirror, a strange sensation came over her.
Almost without realizing it, she began to outline a hidden message, written in the wetness of her own tears.
Fascinated, she continued to trace the words, as if an invisible force was guiding her.
Slowly, a haunting testimony took shape, revealing a secret that seemed to have lain dormant in the depths of her being.
