Three faces, one soul;somewhere between dreams, identity, and the desire for freedom.Silver hair drifts through shades of deep navy and gray, while crimson lips become the only burst of color in the cold silence. The intertwined hands seem to suggest that each face is a fragment of the other — one “self,” repeated again and again, yet carrying a different emotion each time. Here, watercolor is more than just color; it is the fragile boundary between reality and fantasy.