A ritual made of wax and plaster,
bathed in intense yellow,
with delicate touches of lilac that whisper memory and dignity. In the background, the sun sets,
like a warm embrace that welcomes the time lived,
the experience absorbed,
the wholeness achieved. It reveals the invisible power of the elder who sustains their village,
the wisdom that consumption has forgotten. Here, each color is a gesture of love,
each shadow, an invitation to inhabit one’s own time,
and each line, a call to recognize the deep beauty
of being whole, of being complete, in the natural cycles of the journey —
even the cycles that were hidden by the hand of ignorance.