Louder Inside

INFPs carry entire worlds inside them that never quite make it to the surface. Quiet in a room, overwhelming in their own heads. I wanted to show that gap — the girl who sits still and folded on a bench while her shadow throws its arms open, surrounded by birds and blooming things, living the life that stays mostly interior. The shadow isn't a dark version of her. It's the truest version. INFPs aren't small people. They're just people whose depth faces inward. Most of what they are, you never get to see.