🌞 Chapter Fifteen — Sunsets Were Religion Here

Every evening the town gathered on the sand.
The sun melted into the ocean, and for a few minutes, everything stopped.
We didn’t worship the sun — we shared it.

#SunsetVibes #BroomeLife #BeachMagic #MalikasRealm

🌿 Chapter Fourteen — Roots in Red Earth

A lone tree, clinging to red cliffs, reaching for turquoise seas.
Broome taught me about resilience — how beauty grows strongest where the contrast is sharpest.

#BroomeLife #RedEarth #OceanMagic #MalikasRealm

🌅 Chapter Twelve — The People of Broome
It wasn’t only the land that changed me here — it was the people.
Broome friends are wild, free, and unapologetically themselves.

On this sand we danced, laughed, spun fire, shared meals, and secrets.
This town taught me what community feels like — the kind where you can fully express yourself, and nobody flinches.

Broome is red rocks, sunsets, and ocean tides…
but it’s also this: a tribe that holds you when you burn bright, and when you burn out.

#BroomeLife #Community #WildAndFree #MalikasRealm

🌅 Chapter Eleven — The Last Sunset in Broome
Four years ago, I arrived here saying, “I’m not creative. I don’t have any artist in me.”
Broome disagreed.

This land taught me to weave copper into talismans, to dance with fire, to let art spill out of me in ways I didn’t know I had.
Now I own my own jewelry business. I perform with flames and get paid to do it. I’ve painted forests that glow back at night.

This photo was taken on my very last sunset here — fire in my hands, ocean at my back.
A closing scene, and a reminder: sometimes the land shapes you more than you shape it.

#FireDancing #BroomeLife #ArtistJourney #FlowArts #MalikasRealm