In the heart of the Western Region, within the stoic walls of Liwa’s fort, I found whispers of time etched in stone and shadow. The geometry of Emirati architecture—its towers, latticed windows, and sunlit corridors stands as a guardian of memory, a testament to resilience and beauty carved into desert silence.
But architecture alone does not breathe. It is the fairies, my ever-present muses, who arrive draped in patterns, colors, and quiet defiance, inhabiting the fort as if it were their eternal playground. They lean against doorways, they vanish into arches, they perch upon the fortress walls with the lightness of secrets carried by the wind. They are both ancient and fleeting part of the land yet untethered from time.
Through them, the fort transforms. Its rigid symmetry softens under the touch of laughter and presence; its shadows deepen with mystery. These fairies are not imagined; they are real in spirit guardians, storytellers, and dancers between worlds.
This series is not only about place, but about inhabitation, how the human spirit, when veiled in color and poise, turns stone into story, and ruins into realms of wonder.
