Reflections by Versiq<p>Some forms of fading aren’t disappearance.<br>They’re survival. Stillness mistaken for absence.</p><p>What if beauty never left, only the world stopped returning it?</p><p>A short reflection on being seen, aging, and the quiet power of witnessing yourself:</p><p>👉 <a href="https://www.clickworlddaily.com/2025/05/the-woman-who-grew-old-without-ever.html" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://www.</span><span class="ellipsis">clickworlddaily.com/2025/05/th</span><span class="invisible">e-woman-who-grew-old-without-ever.html</span></a></p><p>Image generated with AI for tone and emotional resonance.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/Feminism" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Feminism</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/aging" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>aging</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/Invisibility" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Invisibility</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/QuietGrief" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>QuietGrief</span></a></p>