I woke up, looked in the mirror—it was hauntingly beautiful. Her eyes… they carried something void, yet her gaze held many questions that remained to taunt her. Ironically, she did not want answers—she was content. Her lips moved, but I could only feel shivers. All I could say was "why?" I was crying, and I couldn't fathom why. She smiled. A smile that carried apologies. A smile of the ancient. Her lips parted— "Go… give love to your body. Only you can stop it." Her voice was a ghostly whisper, laced with both sorrow and wisdom. The weight of a thousand unshed tears clung to her words. A command? A plea? Or a final truth I had long refused to hear? ---