Description
So hooked on the feeling, so lost in prediction, we drift into the spaces of fantasy.
But when longing fails to meet reality, we lay stones of silence — and call them walls.
What lies between the ache and the armor?
What whispers live in the space between?
Do we dare to listen?
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All artworks are original creations by Aminath Rooba Ali. Unauthorized reproduction, copying, or redistribution is prohibited.
