There was a kid dreaming of a playful world with colors
There was a girl that loved colorful textiles.. the day 1. The day 2 preferred darker prints. The day 5 she mixed them up all together.
There was a woman living in the city, loving architecture+ flowers. She was observing people, how different and unique: talking true or false, laughing, growling, being nice or bad. Some of them she loved, some not. Some became friends, some remained strangers.
And then she realized that the world she had dreamed of does not exist, so she made it.
