Prompt: A child's room where modern toys age and transform into vintage ones, with ghostly hands from different eras reaching for the same objects. Creative Process: A child draped in white, caught in the act of unraveling her own history. the landscape behind her feels ancient, but it’s not hers—it’s her father’s. the toys at her feet are morphing, their colors and shapes shifting into relics from another life. the sky hangs heavy with moons and planets, as if the cosmos itself is witnessing this quiet act of erasure. it's an exchange she never agreed to, where memories are traded for shadows..