“I refused to feel bad again. I was rising up and I didn’t want to be pushed down.”

– Carina Martins

An outstretched hand lays a single rose down upon the corpse of her former self: With respect for my old self and thanks for all the experience I had with you.

The wings that once made her strong and powerful, now rest with who she once was.

Tiny black universes containing the toxic people and behaviours that no long serve her as a crow brings them to the spirit world away from her new self.

Death to harmful habits and influences so that she may be reborn anew.