Tomarang had potential. A lot of it. The roots are there — the colors, the air, the echoes of something deeper. But what we got feels thin. Like a set built too fast, with no time to let the culture sink in. And that matters, especially when the inspiration deserves so much more.
We haven’t touched it yet. Partly because we’re not sure how. Not until we find a way to make it real — to pull out something lived, something textured, something that doesn’t just look like somewhere else.
Maybe we’ll rebuild it. Maybe we’ll just wait for the rain to wash off the gloss.