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."

stood up and nodded respectfully. "Professor, it's truly an honor to receive

so formal. I saw a spark of

was so moved that I almost teared up. "Thank you, professor. Your affirmation means the world to me. I'll work even harder to meet your

his

on, I spent every day in the studio. Ideas were

and I worked in perfect harmony. Our progress was steady

I knew it, the competition day

Our entry was ready.

the competition, the venue was packed and buzzing with excitement. Contestants from all around gathered to showcase their talents and

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

intimidated by his

it was our turn. As the cameras flashed, the models

fell silent. All eyes were

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perfect Every detail

of the classical

unique aesthetic charm.

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