Pillars of Birch XVII

The wind catches the coat, turning fabric into motion and light into weightlessness. The masked figure stands unmoving, yet everything around them shifts—branches sway, sunlight dances, and the breath of the forest stirs unseen currents.

There is something ancient here, something elemental. The trees, the wind, and the light echo a story older than words. The figure, faceless yet full of presence, is both a witness and a part of the tale.

Perhaps this is a traveler between worlds or a shadow of something we once knew. Maybe, like all images, it is simply an image that asks us to see beyond what is shown.