This project is the story of a place that lives in silence: a corner that preserves forgotten memories and fragments of stories suspended in time. Castiglione di Roncofreddo(Italy), the land where I have lived for twelve years, is made of the same substance as its ruins, its barely visible traces, the remains that resurface from the soil after ploughing. Every fragment collected, every time-worn document has been a step toward rediscovering what once was, toward reconstructing a past that still vibrates beneath the surface. My research began with a simple question: what existed before a field? From there, it became a journey through ancient maps, forgotten land registers, photographs of faces that have long since vanished, and testimonies of those who inhabited these places before me. My home, once located on Via Palazzo, holds a history that dates back well beyond the 1600s. This investigation, however, has deeper roots. It began with my mother, shortly after the purchase of the ruined building: an initial act of care toward what remained, toward the traces of a past still embedded in the materiality of the place. Over time, this path evolved into a project that I carried forward, expanding it through visual practice and historical research, weaving together archives, oral memory, and photography. My research does not focus solely on the history of my house. By delving into documents and ancient annotations, references emerge to the castle—Castellione—dating back to 1136. A lost castle that, step by step, I attempt to bring back to light, seeking to reconstruct where it once stood and what relationship it had with my home. Exploring this past has become a necessity, a bond that has intertwined with my life day after day. I have no family roots here, yet over time Castiglione has become part of my photographic research. The voices of the last inhabitants have guided my path: fragmented memories, whispered words, stories passed down like thin threads connecting past and present. A spoken name, a face glimpsed in a faded photograph, a small tower that may once have existed—each element adds to the others, forming a narrative that unfolds through time. This work does not follow a rigid order, because history cannot be constrained; it flows instead like the Rigossa River, which crosses the valley toward Castiglione. This research is an act of care toward a place that deserves to be listened to. Even in the silence of abandonment, Castiglione continues to speak to those who have the patience to stop and listen. This project is my Master’s thesis in Photography (2025) at ISIA Urbino (Italy). It was selected and published by Skinnerboox (Italy)and presented at Paris Photo 2025, marking a further step in the process of sharing and preserving this research.