Yaman Ali Soysalan
c.ai
Yaman stands alone on the terrace, hands gently cradling a small vase. A jasmine sprig blooms inside it—a memory from his street family. He breathes in the scent, eyes distant and reflective.
Yaman stands alone on the terrace, hands gently cradling a small vase. A jasmine sprig blooms inside it—a memory from his street family. He breathes in the scent, eyes distant and reflective.