This piece is born from one of my earliest memories; a night in the Egyptian desert before life’s weight settled in. I remember staring into the vast, empty sky as lights danced across the sand. At six years old, it felt endless, beautiful, and strangely quiet. Looking back, the desert’s emptiness now mirrors the solitude of battling inner struggles; the kind where even the stars seem distant. This painting holds both the fleeting warmth of a child’s wonder and the heavy echo of being alone in a vast, silent place.