Pillars of Birch VI

High in the sky, the sun casts stark lines through the birch grove. Light and shadow weave a silent pattern, a conversation between presence and absence. The masked figure, standing still, is like a forgotten myth—something half-remembered, half-dreamed.

In this woodland cathedral, the trees form pillars of memory, holding up the weight of time. The mask turns its gaze toward the unseen, a reminder of all that lingers beneath the surface of things.