Who you are at the core and where you were wounded burn as one flame, never two. Your sense of self and your oldest hurt sit on one degree of your chart and throw a single light: you become most yourself through the very place that broke, your whole identity organizes around the scar. You cannot shine without the wound showing in the glow, and that is exactly what makes your presence land as real to people. Your gift to the room comes wrapped in your injury. The trap is letting the wound become the whole of you, until the only self you know how to be is the one who was hurt.