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I couldn't help but smile when I read the task of creating a movie poster based on our last dream. And since my dream was still fresh in my mind, I just had to express it visually.

For a deeper understanding of my decision to go with this final design, I've put down my dream, or at least the fragments that are still etched in my memory!

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In my dream, everything seemed both blurry and crystal clear. Before me sat a young man, perhaps a few years younger than me. There was something about him that made me feel as if I had known him for ages, though I couldn't explain why. He was seated on an old wooden bench, slightly weathered by the sea's salt, with the endless azure ocean stretching out behind him. In his hands, he held something—a map, or was it a piece of art? It seemed as though he was searching for someone, perhaps the owner of this object.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. With a soft, almost imperceptible thump of my heart, I sat down beside him. The sense of familiarity, as if I were meeting a long-lost friend, overwhelmed me. He barely noticed me, but my presence indicated to him that someone had taken a seat beside him. I cast furtive glances at him and saw his sorrowful eyes fixed on the beautiful drawing.

The waves murmured softly in the background, a soothing, almost hypnotic sound that pervaded the atmosphere. A gentle breeze carried the scent of the sea and a hint of jasmine over to us. The sun hung low in the sky, bathing everything in a golden light and making the scene appear almost otherworldly.

Then, as if guided by an invisible force, our eyes met. Surprise and a strange sense of familiarity washed over me, like a long-forgotten memory flickering to life. My cheeks turned a faint shade of red, and I smiled shyly, realizing he had caught me staring. His eyes, deep and unfathomable, remained locked on mine. A gentle sparkle illuminated his eyes, and they began to shine, as if reflecting an inner light.

He softly took my hand, his touch warm and reassuring. In a voice that seemed to come from another world, he asked quietly, "Is it really you?"

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Creative process:
I enjoy working in a minimalist style and selecting powerful images in advance. I also love working with textures and blurs.

Here are the materials I used:

I hope you like it as much as I do. Feel free to leave some love and share your thoughts! Your feedback means a lot to me! 💗

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lots of love to you.
– nana
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