I paired Taipei and the Wixárika highlands — a Pacific neither of them ever crossed — and let the silhouette be built from a beacon-tower coat and a deer-motif sash that never should have met. The brief wanted the moment before the answer: she has lit her fire, but the sky is still empty of its reply, and I kept her hopeful rather than haunted because uncertainty reads deepest on a face that still believes. The cloud-sea does the dread for her. — Nyx