Although Sylas did not participate in the competitions in his old life, he never lost his passion for painting. Instead of the pressure of competitions and the artificial prizes offered by the competition world, he continued to discover the beauties of nature in his own inner world. With every brush stroke, he found the essence of nature and discovered the artistic spirit within him more deeply. Every moment he spent with his aunt became a source of inspiration for him.
The nature trips he took with Eleanor were not just fun for Sylas, but also an opportunity to develop his art. The changing colors of nature, the different tones of the sky, the graceful curves of flowers and the flight of birds... All of these turned into works of art reflected on Sylas' cameras and brushes. After each trip, he would return with the photographs they had taken, sometimes painting a new picture, and sometimes reading and writing to learn more.
His aunt Eleanor never pressured Sylas. She was not like a mother, but she was there for him as a teacher and a friend. She allowed Sylas to find himself without restricting him. "You are free to do whatever you want," she would say. "But don't forget to learn, life is always there to teach you something."
Eleanor recognized Sylas' natural talents and deep artistic vision. She loved him, but she was careful not to pressure him. When Sylas took photographs, she would sometimes be with him, sometimes behind him, witnessing the magic of his work. Each new photograph meant capturing a new angle, a new perspective.
Her aunt decided to join Sylas on his journey and began to support him more. She bought many art books, teaching Sylas about different artists, old techniques, and the history of painting. While the books were lessons on one hand, they also shaped his world on the other. Sylas grew up with those books; he tried to discover a different thought, a different perspective on each page, and to improve his art. "Art is not learned, it is found," she thought. Every day, every moment had a meaning.
Middle school had become a place of discovery for Sylas rather than a burden. He may not have been the brightest student in the class, but he had become a child who was searching for his own private world in every lesson. While the other children were busy playing and chatting, Sylas was usually quiet, but he was never alone. He learned something new every day at school, and after class he focused on drawing and photography.
For two years, Sylas had created a library for himself. Each book was a step, each page a journey. Stories, history, art, philosophy… all of them left a mark on Sylas's rich inner world. He had created a small library by reading on his own. These books had not only given him knowledge, but also taught him how to understand nature, people and the world more deeply. Each book awakened a new thought.
Over time, Sylas matured in every way. He had left behind his previous pains, losses and spiritual turmoil. With the love and freedom Eleanor offered, he had found his originality. While adding a new perspective to his life, he was growing not only with the body of a child, but with the union of two souls.
And he still loved the art inside him, lived the peace of being a part of nature, painted, took photographs and knew that everything had a meaning. All that remained was to feel that he belonged to this world with each new day.