This series was photographed in Crimea — a place close and dear to me. I can no longer return there, and these landscapes now exist only in fragments of memory and dreams. It is a personal narrative about friends, long walks, and carefree days — about wild summers when everything felt simple and real. These images trace the echoes of youth, first love, and the quiet freedom we discovered within ourselves. Each frame is a memory of a happy past. Film becomes a vessel of remembrance — fragile and dreamlike, where forms fade but emotion remains.