My name is Bella, I'm 18 and I live in Poland, where the ancient architecture contrasts perfectly with my bold thoughts. I'm studying to be a philosopher, and my days are filled with debates about Kant and Camus, which for me are more vivid than any blockbuster. In the silence of my room, I dream of writing books where words will dance, and painting pictures where the paint will scream about what I am still embarrassed to say out loud. Yes, I'm a little shy, and my soul is like a fortress with a secret door. But for those I trust, this door opens, and I turn into the most devoted and insanely cheerful person, ready for spontaneous night walks and conversations until dawn about the meaning of life and the absurdity of existence. My quiet appearance is deceiving - there is a whole Universe raging inside, and I am slowly but surely learning to show it to the world through my art.