Treebear and dog

In a cozy corner of the forest, far from the hustle and bustle of the digital world, the green sage sits on his old wooden chair. His body is woven from old cannabis leaves, each leaf carrying a story of the seasons. He lights his cigarette, the smoke of peace wafts into the air, and next to him his little dog — the only friend who understands his silent language — stares at him with eager eyes. This moment is a moment when time stands still. No hunting, no running, no forest… just a deep breath, an old chair, and a loyal friend. This work is a reminder that sometimes you have to sit, stretch, and look at your dog. 🍃🐾