I am Isfahan. Child of Iran. Before you see me, you feel me.

I have stood for centuries, layer upon layer of sound, stone, water, and memory. My names have changed, faces have changed, yet my presence remains. Kings have passed through me, people have lived within me, and life has begun anew countless times. I have witnessed not only splendor, but also decay, patience, and quiet endurance.

In this image, you do not see me clearly because home is never fully clear. I stand behind glass, amidst rain and time. You perceive me as blurred, just as memories appear. This is how I begin: quietly, humbly, before revealing myself.

If you continue the journey, I will slowly come closer. My forms will unfold; my details will reveal themselves. But this is the first step: the place where you began, and the place where I still live.