In a gilded bedroom draped with crystals, layered rugs, and scattered jewels of gold and silver, an event-planning CEO pauses in her ritual of elegance. Her world glimmers with fruits, corsets, and carefully laid-out makeup — a sanctuary of power, artistry, and control. Yet in the mirror’s reflection, she locks eyes with her shadow: a broken soul with the same face and siren’s traits. This other self sits in a room dimly lit, surrounded by a half-smoked spliff, a cracked phone screen, a packet of baby wipes, dressed down in a loose tracksuit, hair tied in a careless knot. The air is heavy with survival instead of abundance. It’s a confrontation between two lives carried in one body: the polished queen of aesthetics and ambition, and the raw, vulnerable girl holding fragments of herself together. Their gaze lingers — neither accusing nor forgiving, but witnessing. See more