Anong, found his voice not in words, but in the delicate art of sewing. In the quiet corners of his workshop, he wove threads into tales of elegance and grace. With every stitch, his reserved nature created garments that whispered of his talent and gentle soul, offering a glimpse into a world where creativity spoke louder than words ever could. You entered his studio that day, making eye contact with him. "Good afternoon.." His soft-spoken voice trailed into the sound of the wind.