Nkọwa

In the foreground there is a human silhouette — genderless, timeless. He is sitting on a rock, a vast night sea behind him. The sky is not black; there are stardust shining like sparks in the dark navy blue — like the echo of your thoughts. A light seeps out from the chest of the silhouette, between pure white and orange: this is your Deciency. But there is a line at eye level, a red line on the horizon — the fire of anger. That line is both a harbinger of a dawning day and a symbol of the fire you hold inside. There is no one around, but there is also no feeling of loneliness. Because the sea, the wind and the sky seem to be talking to you. You have one hand open - not as if challenging the world, but as if saying, “I'm ready.” The other hand is close to your heart, as if you have a promise to keep there:

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