A creature stands, slender and upright, its body painted with silent fire, mingling deep skies and vanished seas. It looks neither ahead nor behind just slightly askew, as if listening to the world from another time. Its skin, a constellation of colors, bears the marks of a nameless journey. There’s restraint in its back, waiting in its posture, and in its wide, unblinking eye a question with no reply. Being or ghost, watcher or exile, it remains motionless, and yet full of stories.