Memories of an Era

They say that long ago, when the earth was thirsty and silent, a magical spring flowed in the heart of the mountains, and a wild goat was the guardian of the waters. Women and men carried the water of life from that spring to the world in their pitchers. They descended the steps and poured the water from their vessels into a stone basin. At that very moment, the water came alive, it rippled, shimmered, and a gentle light spread through the air. From that water, hope was born again. They knew: Water is not meant to be kept, but to flow; and humankind became the guardian of life’s current.

-Original hand-drawn digital artwork, concept and design by me, inspired by Persian miniature.