In this painting, everything feels like a game. Fantastical creatures, bright colors, a cozy space — as if it were an illustration from a children’s book found on an old shelf. But every fairy tale has a moment that is spoken about in a whisper. Here, the characters do not fight and do not frighten — they are simply there. They watch. They do not leave. This is a story about childhood that should remain a territory of light. About a world where imagination is not an escape, but a form of protection. Where care is expressed not through words, but through presence. The painting does not explain. It trusts the viewer to feel. Those who have grown up will remember. Those who understand will remain silent. without words... Mixmedia. Acrylic, watercolor on paper+colored pencils.