Each summer in Bayanbulak, the grassland gathers its people. During my field research, I crossed the open steppe and came upon a celebration unfolding beneath the vast sky.
Yet the grassland cannot keep its children. Only the horses remain, faithful companions to a life shaped by silence and wind.
The grassland may seem empty, yet within its vastness, it carries all things: sound, memory, belonging, and the quiet heartbeat of the earth itself.
