She taught the village to see. She couldn't see herself. It is three in the morning. Sia sits on the rooftop with a clay lamp. Below, the village she helped transform sleeps peacefully. The water system works. The school runs. People come to her for every problem. Everything is there. And yet - sleep won't come. A restlessness that grows the more she works. And a voice at night that asks: Who are you? Her grandfather lights a lamp and says: "You've opened seven eyes to see the world. Now find the eighth - the one that sees the one who sees." She tries to sit still. Five minutes is impossible. She discovers she has been her own harshest enemy for years - and never noticed. She watches her breath and finds a bridge she didn't know existed. She loses her temper in a meeting and has to stand before the whole village and apologize. And one night, watching the flame, the question dissolves - not because an answer arrives, but because the one asking falls away. Same village afterward. Same neighbour who taunts. Same vendor who cheats. Nothing changes outside. But when she says "no" now, there is no anger in it. When she helps now, there is no exhaustion after. Then a new woman arrives from the city - educated, successful, unable to sleep. Sia lights a lamp and says: "Watch." Who is the one seeing?