A part of her believed that, someday, someone would see the real her—the broken pieces, the scars, the joy, the sorrow. And when they did, maybe, just maybe, they would choose to stay.
But until then, she would keep smiling.
Because even if the world was full of illusions and false promises, her heart still carried hope, and that was enough.
And in the soft glow of the violet sky, Lyra whispered to herself, "One day, I'll be enough."