She doesn't shatter-she glows through the cracks. Bathed in midnight shadows and forged by firelight, the cover of "I Didn't Break, I Became" is not just an image-it's a reckoning. The marble figure, fractured but burning from within, stares into silence with the elegance of a goddess and the sorrow of a survivor. Each glowing vein is a battle scar. Each feather, a whisper of freedom. This is not ruin. This is rebirth. This cover doesn't ask to be seen-it demands it. Just like the words inside.