SOPHIAHERRIS

They came to forget. To numb. To disappear into the illusion she created so effortlessly. She was the fantasy, the permission, the secret. But when they left, she was still there — behind the curtain, behind the smile. Alone with herself. At first, that solitude felt like punishment. But in time, it became power. She turned inward, built herself a sanctuary no one else could enter. She wrote new rules, lit her own fires, danced to songs no one else heard. And when the world tried to pull her back into the role of healer, temptress, muse — she simply smiled. She didn’t need to be their escape anymore. She had become her own freedom.