As the antlers stretch toward the sky, shedding and regrowing with each passing season, so too does the soul expand, breaking and mending, forever reaching for its truest form. To grow is to listen, to the whisper of the wind, the pulse of the earth, and the quiet voice within, all singing the same ancient song of becoming...
An1, 2025

4000 x 4000 px | 300 DPI
Hand Illustrated in Procreate