“In a forest of shadows, a crescent moon rests upon the earth—its light releasing golden birds, while a lone figure with a guitar listens to the night’s final song.”
Symphony III
“In a forest of shadows, a crescent moon rests upon the earth—its light releasing golden birds, while a lone figure with a guitar listens to the night’s final song.”
From an open cage, radiant birds rise into the night—childhood longing turned into light, showing that creativity needs freedom to shine.