Rewriting My Heart's Fate

My eyes lit up. "Of course I'm going. This is a great opportunity to get up close with the professor!"

Kevin was equally excited. "Let's go together. Who knows, we might even get a chance to talk to the professor!"

The three of us laughed as we made our way to the design faculty.

The lecture hall was packed with no seats left. On stage stood a distinguished middle-aged man. He spoke with grace and composure. His every movement exuded the elegance and serenity of an artist. We sat in the front row, fully focused as the professor shared his insights on design concepts and sources of inspiration.

"Design is not just an art; it's an attitude. It's a way of interpreting life."

His voice was calm, yet every word he spoke was meaningful.

"Every designer should view the world through their own unique lens, discover beauty, and create it."

I was captivated.

Yes, that was what design was about. It was about expressing one's inner emotions and pursuing one's ideals in one's own way.

After the lecture, the professor walked over to us. "You must be Evelyn, right? I've heard a lot about you."

quickly stood up and nodded respectfully. "Professor,

so formal. I saw a spark of

was so moved that I almost teared up. "Thank you, professor. Your affirmation means

bidding the professor farewell, his

spent every day in the studio. Ideas were flowing freely, and my

in perfect harmony. Our progress was steady and

I knew it, the

Our entry was ready.

of the competition, the venue was packed and buzzing with excitement. Contestants from all around gathered

was among them. His work was dazzling and avant-garde. They

myself not to be intimidated by his presence. I got to believe in

turn. As the cameras flashed, the models in

silent. All eyes were captivated by our

Simple yet

a perfect Every

of the

unique aesthetic charm.

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