10 min

Like a frangipani flower, the Self unfurls from the void. Drawn to the Canvas like a child to light, she moves, stirring something unseen. Curiosity blooms, casting the Self adrift while the Shadow stirs – a spectral force slipped free, untethered and alive. Their dance begins as a whisper, then a struggle, their bodies weaving between presence and absence, as the Canvas bends in their wake. As the boundaries between the Shadow and the Self blurs and refocus, Kemboja asks: what does it mean to become whole?

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