Ena Sakura [Instant • EDITION]

"I’m Sakura," the girl said, her green eyes scanning the room. "And I know that look. It’s the one I used to have when I looked at my teammates and felt like I was always two steps behind."

"Your 'Inner Ena,'" Sakura whispered. "I had one too. She was the part of me that was brave when I was scared, and honest when I was polite. You’re trying to suppress her because you think she’s 'ugly' or 'too much.' But in art, that’s where the power comes from." ena sakura

For a moment, the room seemed to dissolve. Ena didn't see the messy walls of her bedroom anymore. She saw a vast, empty space w "I’m Sakura," the girl said, her green eyes

The digital glow of the tablet was the only light in Ena’s room, a harsh white that made her tired eyes ache. She had been staring at the same sketch for hours—a portrait that felt "off," though she couldn’t find the words to describe why. On the screen, a notification popped up from a "Nightcord" chat, but she ignored it. Her frustration was a physical weight, a familiar companion that whispered she wasn't good enough. "You're overthinking the lines again." "I had one too

The vision faded. Ena looked at her blank canvas, then at Sakura, who was starting to shimmer at the edges.