Mosaic of narratives: Silence after excess

When all has been taken, consumed, conquered, and spent, only morning remains. Stone keeps its coldness, vessels their emptiness, and the red current continues to flow as if nothing had happened. Among the traces of another hunger sits one who has nothing left to prove. She touches the surface where memory, time, and reflected light dissolve into one another. Everything essential begins after the final noise.

Digital hand drawing. Procreate app. 4414x4441 px 300 dpi.