Amid the unseen threads of fate, a body bent, yet still alive, gloves that cry out the story of battle , a mark of resilience. The warrior is not the one who never falls, but the one who, in the silence of the darkest hour, still carries the scent of combat on his hands, and whose unseen eyes burn in search of the key to liberation. This drawing was created with charcoal, conte pencil, graphite, eraser, and brush…