The world burned when the news broke. They burned. When they found out. And yes, for years they saw the flames through the window, the world igniting, agony taking the shape of wind and rain. Then came release. And with it the fire died, the windows opened. And they cried out to the cold autumn sky: good morning.
Year: 2024 Medium: Generative digital artwork Digital dimensions: 1500x1200px, PNG
This is an original work created by Iskra Velitchkova.
