Mariia Saychishina

Flowers are not about grandeur. They are about silence. About moments when the heart quiets down, and the eyes catch the light between the petals. Roses do not shout about themselves. They simply are — and in doing so, remind us that beauty does not…

Raindrops slowly slide down the glass, like thoughts that don't want to be voiced. The mirror shows what is left behind — home, conversation, feelings. But ahead there is still a road. Perhaps it is the one that will lead to where you want to stop…