If the stamps were cut into paper silhouettes, the stories would still be there, but the shape would change the picture. You'd see the same map lines, but the edges would hint at a new story – like a ghost of a journey, a faint outline of a forgotten conversation, or the hidden rhythm of the places that made you who you are. It’s like turning a photo into a shadow: you lose detail but gain a new, mysterious silhouette that makes you wonder what else might lie underneath.