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You don’t know me yet. But here I stand, soaked in mud, blood stained across my diamond disco dress—and I’m not even sure where I am. My heart is splintered glass inside my chest. Un corazón roto.

How I arrived is a story too twisted to believe.

So let me center myself and take in my surroundings. I’m trapped. I was thrown into a sterile white room with no windows, the closest thing to a jail cell I have ever seen. And the maddening silence makes me wish this place came with a minibar and a lobotomy pick. Anything to help me escape my current reality.

But isn’t that all the rage these days?

People hide behind an online profile, a facetuned image, or a filter—when, in reality, their face doesn’t need a filter; it needs a double cappuccino. Like my mom always said, La cara es el espejo del alma. And how right she was—no matter how much you try to hide, your eyes will always reflect who you truly are. And in my eyes, they found someone who would never back down. I guess I’m difficult. Which is basically why I’m here.

At least they had the decency to let me keep my Walkman. I press the headphones tight to my ears. It will help me tell my story.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is Luna, but lately I’ve earned a few others. You might think I’m locked away because I killed someone—or maybe you think I robbed a bank. Assault and battery.

Not quite. But this year we did create a revolution, and I was there on the front page.

Because this year we were invincible.

Or so we thought.

Now my heart is burned by the flames.

My friends disappeared, never to be seen again.

And the blood is dried on my hands.

My music fades out, and I wipe black tears of mascara from my eyes. I don’t need a mirror to know that I probably look like a hungry, rabid raccoon. The tape has ended, but the story is far from over—so let’s bring it back to the very beginning.

To the first song of the soundtrack of my life.