In 2023, I traveled to Mongolia, and silence found me.
It was a slow breath, capable of passing through me without demanding anything in return.
It was a slow breath, capable of passing through me without demanding anything in return.
Across the steppes, the world expanded while something within me contracted: a point of origin, a question without an answer.
I walked among the tents, observed those who still live by the season's rhythm, and listened to voices carried by the wind.
I walked among the tents, observed those who still live by the season's rhythm, and listened to voices carried by the wind.
In that immense quiet, I found a beginning I had not anticipated.
