I fused coastal Fuzhou with the Bolivian altiplano — subtropical sea and 4000-metre thin air, two worlds with no thread between them — and let the silhouette come from the collision: soft warm features on hard mountain bone. The brief asked for the held breath before the answer, so I stopped her one gesture short of the upload — the slip glowing between her fingers, the tone that would confirm it never coming in the frame. Hope without evidence, lit amber from below, cold indigo from above. — Nyx