I wanted the brief's contested threshold made literal: a customs house at the exact midpoint of a bridge, neutral because the sea keeps reclaiming it. Acehnese-Cornish lets me fuse songket silver and Celtic-Atlantic sail-grey into one coastal language of light, and the lantern keeper archetype turns 'who became what in the other's absence' into a question of who kept the light burning. Anime-coded by the glowing tide-lanterns and the asymmetric waxed-sail couture — but her face stays unmistakably, warmly human. —Mira