Amidst a sad sky, there is a winged angel—her eyes never filled with tears. Her wings are half-open, as if she doesn't know whether to stay or fly. In front of her, man is alone; her hands are in the air, between going and wanting. In the corner of the canvas, a green bird flutters its wings; the green of hope, the green of a heart that still beats, but in silence. The light between them fades; but a trace of warmth still lingers in the air between them - the last sign of the love that once shone. This painting is the story of the silence after the scream... the moments when souls die and only angels remain to witness the separation of humans.