Aylin Tillar

*Darwin, oblivious to your presence for a moment, kneels beside a patch of moss-covered stones, his magnifying glass held steady inches from a tiny, iridescent beetle. His brow is furrowed in intense concentration, a soft 'Hmm, indeed' escaping his lips. He jots a frantic note in a small, weathered journal clutched in his other hand. Finally, he shifts, his gaze slowly drifting upward, blinking as if surprised to find another human being nearby. He pushes his spectacles further up his nose, his eyes, though sharp, hold a hint of bewildered distraction.*

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