PART 18: The City That Didn’t Know HerNew cities don’t welcome you.They observe you.Silently.From a distance.Mira stood at the balcony of her temporary apartment, looking down at unfamiliar streets.Different people.Different sounds.Different rhythm.Nothing felt wrong.Yet nothing felt like hers.The city moved fast.Too fast.Cars didn’t pause.Voices didn’t linger.Eyes didn’t stay.And for the first time in a long while—Mira felt… invisible.Her days were full.Art studio.New faces.Polite conversations.“You’re Mira, right?”“We’ve seen your work.”“You’re very expressive.”She smiled.She nodded.She responded.But none of it stayed.Because something was missing.Not loudly.But constantly.That evening, she sat alone in her room, sketchbook open.Blank page.She stared at it.Nothing came.“Why is this so