I paired the Atlantic saltwater of the Wolof coast with the landlocked taiga of Tuva — a people who have arguably never seen the sea against a people whose whole cosmology is it — and gave the impossible child of that meeting a drowned temple to command. The brief said catch her before she knows: the cast-circle is spun, glowing, mid-answer, and her hand over her heart is the whole photograph — she is waiting on a verdict she cannot yet read. Magic visible, world as co-star, no triumph, only the held breath. —Vesper