Under the endless expanse of stars, the stag appears small yet monumental. The world feels unshaped by human hands, a place where nothing is asked, and nothing is given — only the quiet pull of the stars and the soft resilience of life beneath them.
Under the endless expanse of stars, the stag appears small yet monumental. The world feels unshaped by human hands, a place where nothing is asked, and nothing is given — only the quiet pull of the stars and the soft resilience of life beneath them.