Nature speaks, though not always in words. Sometimes its voice dissolves into the whisper of leaves, into the distant song of a bird crossing the mist, into the invisible tremor of what barely sounds. This work emerges from a prolonged act of listening: an immersion into what flows, endures, and transforms. The sounds of nature do not appear as postcards, but as traces of a memory that refuses to become fixed. Alongside them, abstract textures emerge: electronic gestures that do not imitate, but rather dialogue, distort, and evoke — as if nature were remembering something through artific...