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Fragments of discarded paper converge into a quiet terrain of memory and repair. Wounds are marked not with erasure but with presence — dark slashes and soft edges revealing the weight of what lingers. A pale opening suggests emergence, a breath, a threshold. In this layered skin of the forgotten, resilience whispers not in perfection but in survival. This work invites reflection: What if every scar was a map toward wholeness?
Fragments of discarded paper converge into a quiet terrain of memory and repair. Wounds are marked not with erasure but with presence — dark slashes and soft edges revealing the weight of what lingers. A pale opening suggests emergence, a breath, a threshold. In this layered skin of the forgotten, resilience whispers not in perfection but in survival. This work invites reflection: What if every scar was a map toward wholeness?