My journey in search of home goes on.
I turn my gaze to the remnants of past prosperity, to roadside scenes that echo in quiet memory. Along the way, I search for silence—most deeply in winter, when stillness reigns,and birds and trees endure the cold, waiting for spring’s return.

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Then came 2019, with its first murmurs of retreat. Daily life withdrew indoors, and soon a state of emergency reshaped our every rhythm.
Some things bent under the weight of change, while others stood untouched—silent witnesses to a world in transformation.

Together, these anonymous scapes speak of memory and the present, of absence and endurance, like fleeting dreams suspended in time.