Zoe's POV
The film and drama building had always felt surreal to me. Even after months, it still resembled something from a brochure—glass walls reflecting sunlight at sharp angles and steel frames curling around the structure like something alive. Inside, sounds echoed differently, softer and fuller, as if every footstep mattered. The walls were adorned with layered artwork—student murals, abstract film stills, charcoal sketches pinned next to costume concepts and lighting plans.
However, the centerpiece was the striking artwork stretched across the outer wall of the drama wing. Up close, it was overwhelming. Paint layered over paint created faces, scripts, fragments of dialogue, hands reaching outward, and eyes watching. But when you stepped back, the chaos aligned into a single image: a massive camera lens engulfing a human silhouette. It was art about being seen, about exposure, and about performance.
