What do you truly hear when no one is speaking? Do we really choose what we show to the world? Is this woman a human, a bird, or a bridge between the two? Perhaps not “or” but “and”? What happens when our head becomes a nesting box — for other lives, sounds, memories? What does it mean when perspective does not align — does reality collapse, or is a new truth born? How many walls do we need to feel inside?

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