In a dark, desaturated space, a glowing butterfly flutters softly. It symbolizes something profound—a reminder that it represents the soul of the dead, gracefully moving through purgatory on its way to paradise. Echo sits alone, shadows flickering across their face, contemplating the weight of their feelings. They express a desire for their pain, acknowledging that this pain is theirs alone, almost like a badge of honor. The screen captures this essence, displaying, “my pain is mine.” As Echo approaches the mirror, they catch a glimpse of a distorted smile, one that reflects deeper truths. They ponder how most people think they can escape sadness, wanting to bury it in the grave or flaunt it. A heartfelt moment occurs when Echo holds a cherished picture of their family, a tear escaping as memories flood in, revealing, "I miss them so much. Every day." Yet, Echo knows that missing them is part of love. Standing strong, they trace a glowing red thread, symbolizing connection and loss, while declaring, “I’m a boy who was loved… and lost this love.” As a butterfly lands on Echo’s shoulder, the room glows with warmth. They conclude with a sense of empowerment, realizing that pain has already been faced, and loss has been endured. With a gentle smile, Echo reflects, “And isn’t that… wonderful?” The screen shines with the reminder, “There is only one me. And that is enough.”