They say that the artist once had a dream in which he was shown the face of the world. It was divided into two halves, as if the universe itself wanted to tell about the eternal struggle and eternal hope. On the left is a city of steel and darkness, where the lights of skyscrapers burn instead of stars. There, people have lost the dawn, they have learned to live under artificial light and breathe mechanics. This is the half where dreams are drowned in noise, and souls dissolve in cold machines. On the right is the land of light and breath, where the wind plays with balloons, and water flows freely, knowing no boundaries. Here the house stands by the river, and every morning the sun touches the eyelashes of the sleeping earth. This is the half where the memory of harmony is still alive, and man has not forgotten to listen to nature. And between the two worlds is the face of a woman, the eternal keeper of balance. Her eyes see everything: darkness and light, destruction and hope. Her lips are silent, because it is not she who must make the choice, but we. A black eclipse sun shines on her forehead. This is a sign of transition: if darkness swallows light, the city will take everything. But if light breaks through the darkness, a person will have a chance to return harmony. Legend says: