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Marisol’s chest tightened. She felt the familiar itch of impostor syndrome. They’ll know you don’t belong. They’ll hear your voice. They’ll see your hands.

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“What do you wish for?” Marisol asked, her voice small. Marisol’s chest tightened

Marisol didn’t feel like an impostor anymore. She felt like a note in a chord—small, but necessary. She had spent so long trying to fit into a world that wasn’t built for her. But here, in this makeshift sanctuary of paper and light, the world had been rebuilt. And in it, she was not just tolerated. She was seen. She was held. She was home. They’ll hear your voice

Alex looked at the dark water. “For my little cousin. She’s twelve. She just came out as trans at school. I wish for a world where she gets to be this scared and this happy at a festival like this, instead of scared-scared, you know?”