A blur of breath and burning ground, He comes— not to be tamed, not to be named, but known in the marrow of the wild.
Sunlight slashes through the trees, a blaze behind his crown. Each stride carves thunder into air, each shadow caught a fleeting trace of something holy, uncontained.
The forest bends, awed but unbroken. And in his eyes— the flame of every storm that ever longed to run.
- Anonymous
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Peinture originale en technique mixte, 51.5 x 65.5 cm (bordure blanche incluse)
Support: carton aquarelle à la cuve "William Turner", 300g/m3, 100% coton, grain fin, sans acide et inaltérable.
