Q: “How are you?”

A: ...

When “I AM FINE THANK YOU” becomes the only armour against the world, authentic expression fades like a shooting star, It is brilliant, but gone too soon.
Inside the protagonist, there is a seesaw. For eleven years, one side has been held down, while the other remains suspended, untouched. It appears balanced, yet fragile.
Until one night, that balance breaks.
Between dream and reality, where reason and emotion intertwine, the seesaw begins to move again.
“You never left. I never forgot.”
Welcome to this journey of the self.