When I look at the sea, I see you. When I gaze into the desert, I see you. Wherever I turn—mountains, meadows, forests— I always find signs of your graceful being. With the birds, you carry me into the past, With the river, you draw me into a surging future. You lift me over mountaintops, and seat me on the cloud of dreams. You sail me, in the boat of childhood songs, across the seven seas. Truly— Who are you, O Love, that your gentleness knows no bounds? In this painting, I rendered what can’t be seen— a silent woman blooming from memory’s soil. The flowers in her hands turn into birds, each petal a trace of the past, each wing a whisper. The golden behind her glows with longing. Her skin bears tales of love and release. She’s beyond mourning. This is not just an image—it’s a farewell, a prayer, a promise that nothing truly beautiful is ever lost. KHTOON 2025 | 30×40 cm | 2000×2800 PX | 7 MB | 300 DPI