This is not a map, nor a landscape — it's a state between points of reference. A place where it's still unclear whether the journey has begun, or if you're still standing at the edge of intention.
A path not yet found, but already begun. Everything around is a hint — at direction, at choice, at an inner compass that sometimes falls silent, and sometimes speaks too loudly.
Every line is a step. Every color, a possibility. The path here is neither straight nor clear, but it is the only one possible - because it is yours.
