I started my own studio. The busy pace of work filled my days, leaving me with a sense of purpose I hadn't felt in a long time.
Once everything was running smoothly, I took a break and traveled alone to a remote heritage village.
Life there was quiet and unhurried. People rose with the sun and rested at dusk, a rhythm completely different from the chaos of the city.
I took countless photos of landscapes, people, and everyday life, yet none of them felt right. This trip wasn't just a vacation.
A friend had told me about an upcoming exhibition next year that was already accepting submissions. I came here not only to rest, but to create something worthy of entering.
So I immersed myself in the place. I learned their language, their songs, their way of life.
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