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."

respectfully. "Professor, it's

shoulder. "There's no need to be so formal. I saw a spark of

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

the professor farewell, his words echoed in my

day in the studio. Ideas were

worked in perfect harmony. Our

I knew it, the competition

Our entry was ready.

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

His work was dazzling

to be intimidated by his presence. I got to

the models in our design slowly walked

that moment, the entire room fell silent. All

Simple yet

perfect

of the classical

unique aesthetic charm.

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