From the quietest corners, humble starts arise—
a tale spun from sparks that catch the skies.
In life's grand design, destinies intertwine,
and even a whisper can alter the wind.
Behold the butterfly, its wings so frail,
yet their motion bends the course of storms.
So it begins—not in grandeur, but in dust.
In Tete, a city baked beneath the Mozambican sun,
where dreams cling to cracked courts and young hearts run faster than reason.
There, a story once took root.
And there, years later, it begins again.