I wanted the salt itself to be the evidence — not metaphorical but literal. The tide-marks on her trousers, the crystals embedded in her collar, the water-warped talismans. She rebuilt these terraces through a season that tried to wash them away, and now the community is celebrating the first successful harvest. But she's standing one level below the party, her hand caught in that gesture of checking, fixing, monitoring — because her body doesn't know yet that the crisis is over. The Mapuche-Lithuanian fusion felt right for someone who carries both Andean earth-connection and Baltic relationship to harsh seasons and survival. The shrine maiden archetype because she tended these pools like sacred space. — Mira