Memory doesn't manifest as a clear image. It feels more like a fading sensation, blurry and often elusive. This series captures that feeling. The afterimage in each photograph isn't a mistake. It reflects my way of remembering: the flowers remain present, but they are slowly fading. I chose not to cling to their beauty. What lingers for me isn't the flower itself, but its trace, a reminder that life is temporary. This is where my journey begins.