Written by Amy Hou from Massachusetts, USA Weaving—a torturous tribute to her intellect, each strand rough against her fingertips, a reminder of the emotional wounds she carries.  The loom creaks under her constant attempts, the rhythmic sound that mirrors her longing.  As she carefully intertwines the rough strands, the fabric transforms into a painting of her grief, each knot a depiction of her heart's agony.  The muted and dismal hues of her tapestry reflect the shadows
Written by Yusra Ali from London, United Kingdom The Birth of Athena Daughter. Wisdom. War itself was once a child sprung from the misery of man with sagacity forged into her vambraces, enlightenment malleable in her hand. Daughter. Wisdom. War itself knows she is the sunken eye of Tiresias. Her footsteps, a form of divination thundering into the rockland of Zeus’ mind, his headache shifted as ire to the world Daughter. Wisdom. War itself watches
