The Rebel Soul (Framed)

A young spirit stood in a room with wall beside her a stark and beautiful contrast to the storm of emotions on her face. Her expression was one of deep worry, her eyes fixed on the person in front of her. The pink clouds now melting away above her head. These fleeting, hopeful hues were the ghosts of her crushed dreams, but a small ember of hope still glowed inside her, a fierce desire for change. More than anything, her heart craved security, a safe refuge where she could rebuild her dreams and find a place of her own.