In a sun- soaked, golden hour field filled with wildflowers and tall grasses swaying gently in the breeze, Layona, a vibrant young woman with messy, sun- kissed hair cascading down her back, sits on an aged wooden bench. Her eyes are closed, lost in thought, revealing only her upper teeth as she clutches a worn leather journal to her chest. The camera captures the scene from a low angle, looking up at her, casting long shadows that dance across her face and clothing. The image is subtly blurred around the edges, with mosaic censoring over her sleeveless sweater, adding an ethereal, dreamlike quality to the moment, as if capturing a fleeting memory frozen in time