One night out, the atmosphere was electric, the music pumping through the room, and everyone was moving. In a spontaneous burst of energy, I decided to pull off a dance floor move—something between a spin and a jump. But instead of a smooth landing, I went face-first onto the floor. Not exactly an elegant breakdance move, but a full-on crash. The music kept playing, people laughed, and me? I just lay there for a moment, caught between embarrassment and amusement. That moment, that unintentional acrobatics, stuck in my memory and eventually found its way onto the canvas. Breakdance is not just a nod to that fall but also a reflection of how life can unexpectedly knock you down—and how you still get up and keep dancing.