After the end of a meaningful relationship, I returned to my home country, once a refuge, now strangely distant. Night walks through empty streets and fields became a way to question whether the place had changed—or if my memory of it had. Using a film camera and a small flash, I captured fragile clues: a wall’s texture, a sudden shadow, a brief movement. The work traces a passage through disorientation, not nostalgia, revealing how familiar spaces can fracture in silence and how the idea of “home” is never fixed.