We come together at Qaumajuq not as strangers, but as echoes—called into the same light. The space holds us gently, like breath caught in a moment of knowing. Each step on the stone floor feels like a continuation, not a beginning. Here, collaboration feels like remembering. Voices blend, not to rise above, but to ripple outward—soft, certain. We build together in fragments and rhythms, trusting the silence as much as the sound.