FRACTURED SOUL

Seralina stands at the edge of reality, her face a canvas of beauty and destruction intertwined. The black paint that streaks down her face is not merely cosmetic—it is a mark of a deeper, more profound sorrow. Her eyes, wide and haunting, gleam with the reflection of something lost long ago, something that has broken her from the inside out. The cracks in her face are not just a physical appearance but a metaphor for her fractured soul, torn apart by a lifetime of pain, grief, and silent battles.

The cracks in her porcelain skin mirror the turmoil that has simmered beneath the surface for years—an existence held together only by the thinnest thread. The ink-black streaks that fall from her eyes are not tears but remnants of her emotions, bleeding through the cracks, a silent scream for the world to see. They speak of a love lost, of a betrayal that broke her beyond repair, of a world that she no longer feels a part of.

Her lips, painted in the same dark hue, are a quiet defiance, a message to herself and to the world that she has not been consumed entirely, though she teeters on the edge of that abyss. She is still here, standing, surviving, and perhaps even learning to embrace the fractures within her. Fractured Soul is not a story of defeat but of resilience—of a woman who has learned to exist in the broken places, to find strength in her vulnerabilities, and to carry her pain as a mark of survival rather than something to hide. She is a portrait of transformation, where the cracks in her soul have not ended her but have redefined who she is.