the girl and her garden

INFPs feel everything at an unusual depth — they fall in love with ideas, with small beautiful things, with stories that haven't happened yet. I wanted to capture that quality of someone who is physically in one place but emotionally somewhere else entirely: surrounded by letters she's written and never sent, holding a single flower like it contains a whole world, while the room around her quietly becomes a garden. That boundary dissolving — where the real ends and the imagined begins — is what it feels like to be an INFP. Everything meaningful to them grows inward first.