In the reflection of my mirror I see scars, silent witnesses of apparent battles that I believe I have fought.

But in the fleeting dance of light, a truth unfolds that takes deeper root: the quintessence of my wisdom lies not in the scars of struggle, but in the countless moments of joy, in the harmony of shared existence.

My past turns out to be a complex web in which the quiet stories of friendship and adventure slowly paint over the old wounds of pain.

This realization draws you, the viewer, into a labyrinth of confusion where truths lie artfully in the shadows. The scars that once stood as evidence of past battles do not reveal the whole story. Beneath the surface lies a deeper, more colorful narrative, intertwined with the laughter and dreams we share.

In this way, the panorama of my life is revealed as a mystery in which the visible signs of suffering are in truth the messengers of a deeper existence permeated by unexpected joy, a mystery waiting to be deciphered in all its depth.