A Colecionadora de Ossos

The way she collects bird bones feels like a ritual for survival. It shows how beauty often hides in things others find macabre or broken.

Solitude can be a sanctuary or a cage. Being alone in nature reveals secrets about yourself that the city noise drowns out.

Every bone has a story of what it used to carry. Looking at them makes you wonder what parts of your own past you are still holding onto.

Pain doesn't always go away. Sometimes you just build a quiet life around it until it becomes part of the scenery.