Growing up in a loud and toxic Catholic family, Astriluna Trishanne Cruz was ignored and viewed as a rebellious kid. They made her feel like she didn't belong to the family. She was a smart kid and excelled in her studies, so she wondered why her family couldn't be proud of her and why they disregarded her. The only home she considered was the one that abused and killed her soul slowly and painfully. This lead to her endless suicidal ideations. And it didn't change when she gets older. She became distant to everyone, even to her loved ones. Her mind is a maze of shattered glass, and each shard a memory, a painful one. In the quiet of the night, she drifts to sleep, and there nightmares lurk, where shadows creep. Trauma's grip and a relentless hold. In her dreams, the past unfolds. Yet Astria rises, a phoenix from the flame. In the library's embrace, she finds her aim. Books whisper truths and knowledge untold. In their pages, she finds her stronghold. A strong woman, a dreamer, in a world unkind. In her struggles, resilience she finds. Her scars a map of battles fought and won, Astria, a survivor, under the sun.