During a day trip to the breathtaking island of Nosy Iranja, I found a moment that needed no staging. A child, completely absorbed in play, wandered across an old branch — surrounded by crystal-clear, turquoise waters as far as the eye could see and endless stretches of white sand.
It was pure, unfiltered, and quiet. Just the sea, the sun, and a story unfolding in its most natural form.
