The Film Industry Core.
It was a massive building, filled with countless divisions.....
the Photography Division, Screenwriting Division, Directing Division, and more.
As soon as Wee and Lamai entered, their admission cards were checked. They were then directed to the Photography Division, where their first class awaited.
The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted by walls adorned with photographs.
Endless rows of pictures dangled from the ceiling, swaying slightly with the air, creating a gallery-like atmosphere that drew the eyes in every direction.
Wee and Lamai's faces lit up with wonder.
Inside, the room was already alive with activity. Students sat in groups, notes scattered across their desks, cameras slung casually over their shoulders. When the newcomers entered, heads turned, eyes scanned them briefly, and soft smiles appeared. It was nothing unusual. New students arrived every day, and others graduated or left. The flow never stopped.
Here, teamwork was everything.
Fresh students were always placed with those who had been studying for longer.....ensuring they never had to start from scratch alone.
The instructor, a middle-aged man with calm eyes, noticed Wee and Lamai. He walked over, asked their names, then nodded.
"You'll be joining Group Eleven."
His voice carried across the class. "Group Eleven!"
From the back of the room, several hands shot up.
Wee and Lamai hurried over, their steps light, their hearts excited.
On the group's desk lay bouquets of fresh flowers, their petals vibrant under the soft light. The assignment was simple yet profound: photograph the flowers.
The instructor returned to the front, his voice steady, his presence filling the quiet classroom.
"A photograph," he began, "is not just a captured image. Behind it lies a thousand untold stories. If you frame your shot as a story, that photograph will speak.....revealing what is hidden within. That is how images become eternal. A meaningless photo, one taken without intent, is nothing but an empty shell. So remember.....whenever you capture a moment, make sure the story lives within it."
The room fell silent.
Pens scratched quietly against notebooks as students hurried to record his words.
But among them, if anyone was truly struck to the core....
it was Wee.
Her wide eyes shimmered with a new light.
She had never imagined…
that photography could be this.
That a single image could carry not just a face, not just a scene.....but an entire soul.