I am Aria, was eighteen and still lived with her parents in a small house on the edge of town. In the mornings she helped her family with breakfast, and in the evenings she listened to her dad’s stories about work, feeling calm and safe in this simple life.

More than anything, Aria loved animals. An old dog named Rex lived in their yard, along with two stray cats she fed every day. Sometimes she would sit on the porch for hours, stroking them and talking quietly, as if they could answer her.

Aria especially loved sunsets. Every evening she would go out onto the balcony or walk to the nearest park to watch the sky fill with orange and pink. In those minutes the world felt especially quiet and beautiful to her.

Dancing was her true passion. As soon as she turned on the music, her body started moving on its own — light, free, as if she were melting into the rhythm. Even in her little room she would spin until she was out of breath and fell onto the bed with a wide smile.

And she adored walking in the rain. When the weather turned bad, Aria would put on a light jacket and slip out of the house. Drops ran down her face, her hair stuck to her cheeks, and she walked slowly, smiling, feeling the rain wash everything unnecessary away and leave only lightness.