My name is Kyara, and my journey in search of my dreams began in a small town

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My name is Kyara, and my journey in search of my dreams began in a small town, where the mountains stood like silent guardians. Since small, I always dreamed of being an artist. Art allowed me to express my essence, something that words often could not achieve. But life in the city was hard and full of obligations.. each and every day, I woke up early to help my mother in the craft store she had. Among the boxes of materials and the smell of paint, I drew in small notebooks, dreaming of exhibitions and galleries. But there was always someone to remind me that art doesn't pay the bills.. “Kyara, you need a real job”, they said. These words echoed in my mind, but I knew my heart was beating for something bigger. Once upon a time, a famous artist visited my city. He gave a talk at the school and, after the event, I couldn't contain the urge to introduce myself to him. With my heart beating fast, I showed some of my works. He looked at me, and for a moment, I felt like time stopped. “Keep fighting for what you love”, He said. These words became my mantra. I decided I needed to do more. With courage I didn't know I had, I signed up for an art competition in the capital. Every painted line was a battle. O medo da rejeição e as vozes que me they said para desistir eram constantes. But I remembered the artist's gaze and how he believed in me.. With each passing day, I dedicated myself more and more. Finally, the day of the competition has arrived. My heart was racing as I entered the gallery., full of incredible works. The pressure was immense, but when I looked at my painting, a scene that portrayed the strength of nature and the fragility of human beings, I felt a surge of confidence. I had put all my emotions on that screen. When they announced the winner, my mind was in a whirlwind. When I heard my name, disbelief took hold of me. I had won! Tears streamed down

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