Feline's Reverie XVIII

Soft light filters through the trees, tracing delicate shadows across the water’s fragile skin. The masked figure lingers at the lake’s edge, where ice clings stubbornly to the past and liquid whispers of renewal. The feline presence—neither fully human nor fully spirit—suggests a creature of thresholds who walks the edges of understanding. "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer," wrote Camus. The figure stands within this moment of quiet transition, neither resisting change nor succumbing to it but embodying the dreamlike passage between seasons.