She's looking through the noise.
Her gaze is not directed at you, but through you.
In the background, there's a glitch, like a reflection of the world around her: layers of the present and remnants of the past.

The halo above her head doesn't shine; it's faded and dirty, but it's there.
Not holy, but alive.
Not perfect, but real.
It's not a fall, but an awareness.

Hand drawn/ mixed media