This village was once alive. She was thriving. Now it is a quiet monument to a fading lifestyle. Empty houses stand as silent witnesses, and the fields are gradually being developed by the forest.
But “dying” does not mean «dead.»
I live here. My companions are my animals. And my ritual, my act of self-preservation, is cooking. The process is slow, physical, and closely related to nature and the seasons.
Join me to spend the day caring for the animals, cooking dishes that tell a story of resilience, loss, and quiet beauty.
Credit to : Nastya and village life
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