Such is the circle of life, at some point, we lose those who we love. They leave, and we remain. Over time, the longing for them softens, we learn to go on without them, with time their faces fade from our memory, leaving behind only vague images and small fragments and details from the past that once connected us. But we continue to love them. And deep in our hearts, there remains a quiet hope that once we meet them again. AI + databending + digital neuralartistry.art | 5499 x 7300 | JPG | created 2025