She picks up treasures from the dust. What others see as trash is the stars in her world. His hands were covered with mud, but his eyes were brighter than the sky.
When she was young, her obsession was called "picking up rags." She remained silent, only covering the useless things in her chest, as if covering the echoes of the entire universe.
As time passed, the fragments in her palm took root and sprouted, growing into steel flowers, plastic forests, and springs entangled with wires.
The people who laughed at her back then finally saw that: those who were abandoned eventually became art; those who were despised became reborn; that little girl with a gray face became radiantly beautiful in her own way.
——She doesn't have to stoop to scavenge, she has become light.
Intention: Accept everything about yourself