Nova moved like a shadow through the world — quiet, controlled, and disconnected. She had spent years hiding behind perfection, suppressing the storm that lived inside her. Her pain became armor. Her silence, a cage. Then came the sound. Illicit. Untamed. Alive. Dissolution. It seeped into her like a spark in dry air. Every beat peeled back the layers she had built to survive. Rage surfaced. Grief screamed. Her truth — messy and magnificent — finally had a voice. Selene didnt shatter. She shed. As the music consumed her, she let go of the woman the world made her be. And in that dissolution, she became something unbreakable — her full, feral self. Dissolution wasn’t destruction. It was awakening.