creepymaul93
rooted in the sky
A quiet connection unfolds between earth and sky. The tree, crowned with delicate pink blossoms, seems to exhale a breath so light it takes form—a drifting cloud, rising and dissolving into the endless blue. For a moment, the boundary between the rooted and the weightless disappears, as if the tree itself is reaching beyond, becoming part of the sky.
This image is a meditation on impermanence, on the silent harmony between the fleeting and the grounded. In its simplicity, it whispers of the unseen threads that bind all things, reminding us that even the most delicate presence can leave an imprint on the infinite.
rooted in the sky
A quiet connection unfolds between earth and sky. The tree, crowned with delicate pink blossoms, seems to exhale a breath so light it takes form—a drifting cloud, rising and dissolving into the endless blue. For a moment, the boundary between the rooted and the weightless disappears, as if the tree itself is reaching beyond, becoming part of the sky.
This image is a meditation on impermanence, on the silent harmony between the fleeting and the grounded. In its simplicity, it whispers of the unseen threads that bind all things, reminding us that even the most delicate presence can leave an imprint on the infinite.