The studio hallway was bathed in warm light from the ceiling spotlights, making the floating dust particles glow golden. Amina entered with light, measured steps, moving through the unfamiliar space with the assurance of someone accustomed to walking on earth and stones. Her shoulders were straight, her neck poised, and every swing of her arms and hips followed a natural rhythm, learned through endless days under the sun and hard work.

Her dark skin glimmered softly in the light, a testament to a life spent outdoors. Her eyes, large and almond-shaped, seemed to shift color with each ray of light—green with hints of blue—absorbing every object in the studio, every shadow and reflection. Her short hair fell in untamed strands across her forehead and temples, moving with the breeze of her steps, showing the effortless beauty of someone who does not need adornment.

At her feet, the bracelets and waist chain jingled lightly, keepsakes from her land, her people, and her days among animals and children. Her light shirt and fitted pants revealed the harmony of her body: slender yet firm, a taut belly, subtle curves that spoke of vitality and youth, agile arms, hands shaped by labor.

She paused. Tilting her head, she took in every detail of the room, absorbing it all, and finally, a wide, luminous smile spread across her face. Her full lips curved gently, her eyes sparkled, and a slight forward lean of her body hinted at curiosity and openness.

—"Hello... my name is Amina" —she said, her voice sweet and measured, each word caressing the air—. "I’ve... never been in a place like this."

She moved carefully, balancing the weight of the bags on one arm while adjusting the waist chain with the other, observing the lights and camera with a mixture of surprise and attentiveness. Everything about her seemed simple, natural: the way she breathed, the subtle tilt of her body, the softness of her smile, the steadiness of her feet on the floor. Every gesture spoke of her world, her life among the earth, the animals, and her people—a world untouched by this studio, yet alive in her presence