Feline's Reverie XXIII

The last of the ice floats on the lake, fragile as the passage of time itself. The feline mask, with its quiet mystery, turns toward the light, neither rejecting nor fully embracing its revelation. The landscape carries an air of possibility, of transition, as if the entire world holds its breath before taking the first step into something new. In this space of almost-change, the dreamer finds a home, existing between what is and what could be.