The Echo of the Voices of OblivionnnIn this image, three children—two girls and a boy—pose in a frozen state of time, wrapped in costumes that scream history and memory. Each carries a fragment of themselves: one girl wears my own face, like a mask that fuses yesterday with today; the boy wears the silhouette of a koi fish on his face, a symbol of resistance, persistence, and a culture that swims against the current; the other girl, marked by a snake, recalls cycles, temptation, and ancestral wisdom.nnThe demons float like shadows embroidered in the air: black figures intertwined with their bodies, like ghosts that have always been there. They are not only dark presences, but necessary voices, cracks in history, stigmas imposed by society, but also symbols of strength, of who we are and what we carry within.nnThe colors—violets, oranges, pinks, electric blues—connect the faces with the outfits, with the texture of the fabrics, with the living emotions that refuse to fade. There is an echo that traverses time, a murmur that unites the past with the present, that unites me with them, through my face intervened on theirs.nnIt is a tribute to those forgotten voices, a reconciliation with who we are: human, imperfect, always accompanied by our demons, by the beautiful and the broken, and by the invisible threads that bind us to history.