She stands between roots and constellations. Under the ancient tree, his silhouette opens to the sky—without noise, without gesture. Before her, a glowing moon cuts through the darkness, like a memory that returns to burn in the night. The birds take flight. The wind whispers. And she, frozen in her peace, hears what the world forgets .
"Land of Shadow, Moon of Fire" is a silent invocation. An image that breathes with the earth, the night, and the women who have never ceased to look toward the invisible.
