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bserving the land and its colours, I notice that it varies in shape and tone from a few metres away, like an inhomogeneous mixture of visible ingredients. The desert lands, austere and vast, balance delicately with the lush, vegetation-filled lands.
This diversity inspires in my mind the idea of small planets, each with its own character and landscape: images of hostile lands, where nature challenges survival, and pure lands, where life flourishes in its forms. I think of night lands, shrouded in gloom and mystery, and many more, forming a mosaic of imaginary planets, each with its own unique history and essence.
In the center of the circle the world opens,
as a rose unfolds before our eyes.
There is no path, only beginning,
There the forms awaken,
time folds, the horizon extends,
and all that is not yet, begins to be.

An Zamo