Temple Of Entrance

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The Temple of Memories
In the memory of each of us, there is a bygone day that we believe held a happier time. Behind what we recall from those days, there is always another version of ourselves. Someone else, whom we remember well, but they do not recognize us, and they have no idea they will live within our minds one day. Who we used to be has always been more charming than who we are now. And like a whirlpool, like a spinning domino, it draws us toward the center, downward. Just when we feel submerged, a new life emerges within us, and that’s when we rise and say to ourselves, “I am no longer the same.”
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The “Narrators of Space” project represents a personal exploration into the creation of narrative spaces. It commenced after I completed my Master’s thesis on narrative strategies within the context of space. In this research, narratives were chosen as the starting point for shaping spaces, with each narrative dictating the selection of a corresponding location. Subsequently, a process of pattern recognition was initiated to translate these narratives into spatial design. During this pattern recognition phase, motifs related to the narrative space emerged, eventually transforming into architectural elements.
From this point forward, the design and integration of these spatial patterns and physical elements began, aimed at creating an architectural whole. The project advanced into the scenario development and animation sequencing stage, with designs synchronizing with a preconceived musical score that would set the tone for the video. Finally, camera movements, rendering of animation shots, and mixing and mastering were executed to produce these videos.
In these projects, I pursue two primary objectives. The first is to exercise the formulation of a design framework based on narrative strategies, with the hope of making it comprehensible to others. The second goal is to convey the emotional aspects of the stories presented within the medium. It is through the magic of cinema that we aim to transfer these emotions to the audience, creating a powerful connection.
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In the remote regions of #Iran, nestled atop a majestic mountain and overlooking the vast sea, there exists an #entrance to a #parallel_world that transcends time and space. This ethereal gateway, steeped in the opulence of the ancient Iranian era, beckons those who seek spiritual enlightenment and divine connection.

Approaching this mystical entrance, pilgrims clad in garments of solemn black make their arduous ascent up the rugged mountain slopes. The #journey itself is a test of their devotion and determination, as they navigate treacherous paths and surmount formidable obstacles. Each step taken brings them closer to the coveted portal.
Upon reaching the summit, a breathtaking vista unfolds before their eyes. They stand in awe of the golden splendor that surrounds them, the remnants of ancient Iranian art and architecture. Intricate carvings adorn towering structures reminiscent of the grandeur of Persepolis and Chogha-Zanbil. The brilliance of the golden hue evokes a sense of reverence and mysticism, transporting pilgrims to a realm where time holds no sway.
To complete the ritual, the pilgrims must plant a #palm_tree in the #sacred_soil, symbolizing the cycle of life and the continuity of their beliefs. With each tree planted, the connection between the worlds grows stronger, facilitating the #passage to the parallel realm.
As the sun sets, casting a warm golden glow upon the landscape, the pilgrims gather in #prayer and #meditation. Their chants echo through the hallowed halls, reverberating with the energy of centuries past. With hearts filled with faith and souls enveloped in tranquility, they prepare for the ultimate transference.
Word spreads of this sacred entrance, drawing pilgrims from far and wide who seek solace, enlightenment, and a #bridge between worlds. The entrance to the parallel world remains a testament to the enduring power of faith, the transcendence of art, and the human longing for connection with realms beyond our own.