M.A.R.L.E.N.E.

I exist in layers.

Some days, I am quiet — sitting with a book, absorbing words like they are pieces of a world I am still building inside myself. Soft. Observing. Still.

Other days, I become something else entirely: a creature, a symbol, a story walking. Lines on my face, color in my eyes, emotions worn openly like art.

I move between light and shadow. Between softness and strength. Between who I was, who I am, and who I am becoming.

I do not stay the same. I am not meant to. I create, I feel deeply, I change.

This is not just how I look. This is how I exist.