Everything was uncertain.
A familiar yet unexplainable vibration was moving through me.
Nothing had begun yet — and yet, everything felt like it had already begun and ended all at once.

I didn’t know what I believed in at the time —
What is reincarnation? Do I even believe in it?
But a question kept echoing in my mind:
“There must be a reason for everything that’s happening.”

Then I realized…
The mind comes to believe later.
But the soul — it always knows.

Now when I look back, I understand…
This painting was the first whisper of my soul’s journey.
When I started to walk in the direction of a calling beyond the physical form,
I began to see that life, death, the past and the future were all meeting in a single circle.
And in the very center of that circle, from golden fragments scattered through time,
a new version of me was being born.

Even if I couldn’t understand it yet —
my hands already knew.
And my soul, distilled from a thousand lifetimes, had begun to speak through this body.

This wasn’t just a painting.
It was the first echo of my transformation.
Looking back now… I know that.