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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠤⣀⣾⣿⠋⠉⠛⠪⣆⣠⡤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⠤⣄⡇⢠⢺⠗⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⠙⣢⠤⢄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢻⡁⠀⢻⡄⠀⠴⠲⡆⠀⢰⠖⡆⢀⣧⠇⠀⣸⠁⠀⠀
⠀⢎⠀⠈⠳⣤⠀⢻⣄⡀⠐⣿⠁⡹⠀⢠⣿⢫⣠⠾⠁⠀⣬⠆
⢠⠜⠢⣄⠀⠈⢙⡯⠋⣙⠦⣽⣧⠤⢞⡋⠙⢿⡁⠀⢠⠾⠓⢄ ~ happy thanksgiving!
⠘⢆⡦⣀⠉⠒⡾⠁⠀⠈⠉⠣⠤⠞⠉⠁⠀⠈⡗⠉⠀⠀⣠⠟
⠀⡾⠉⠓⠢⠤⣧⢸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢠⡧⠴⠒⠍⢑⡆
⠀⠙⠢⠤⠶⠶⠾⠿⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⠿⠷⠶⠶⠿⠚⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣻⣾⡗⠒⢺⣥⣋⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢻⠋⠁⠀⠀⠈⠟⠃⠀
Gazing at this artwork feels like stepping into a story without words—
where every shape hints at a memory,
and every shade carries a pulse of feeling.
It invites you not just to look,
but to drift,
to let your own thoughts weave themselves into its quiet spaces.
What begins as an image becomes a mirror,
reflecting pieces of yourself you didn’t expect to see,
and leaving behind a trace that lingers long after the screen fades.
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠄⠄⠄⠄
⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠁⣀⣀⡈⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢡⣤⣄⡈⠙⢧⠄⠄⠄
⣏⣉⣀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠷⠶⠶⠤⣉⠙⠷⣼⣇⠄⠄
⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⡀⠄⠄⣿⣿⣶⣈⠙⣄⠄
⣿⣷⡶⠶⠶⠶⠒⠂⠄⠈⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠄⣿⣿⣷⡶⠖⠄⣶
⣁⣤⣴⣶⣶⠾⠟⠛⠛⢛⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⣿⣿⣿⣓⠂⠄⣤
⠟⢛⣉⣥⣤⣶⡶⠛⢋⣉⡴⢟⣙⠶⣋⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠄⠛⠻⢧⡙⠾⢂⣄
⣾⣿⣿⡿⠓⣀⠐⠲⠞⣡⣶⠟⢁⣴⠽⠛⣉⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⠉⣠⣌⠻
⣿⣿⣫⣶⣾⣿⡟⣠⣤⣤⠄⣀⣤⣤⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢋⡄⢻⣿⣷
▕▕╱╱╱╱╱╱╱╱╱╲╲ .✰/█✰
▕▕╱╱╱╱╱╱╱╱▂▂╲╲ .✰/██✰
╱▂▂▂▂▂▂╱╱▂◤◥▂╲╲ .✰/███✰
▔▏▂┗┓▂▂▕░░░░░░░▕▔ ..✰/████✰
░▌┍┯┑┍┯┑▌░▛░░░▜░▌ _██__✰{█████}✰
░▌┝┿┥┝┿┥▌░▌░░░░▍ ▌ .( • • ) ✰{██████}✰
░▌┕┷┙┕┷┙▌░▌░░░░▍ ▌ .─(░•░)─ _||_
░▌❥✿✿✿✿❥▍▩▩▩▩▩▩ ▌ ╬╬╬ (░ • ░) \\__//
☸„„„„„„„„„☸„„„„„„„„„☸„„„„„„„„„☸„„„„„„„„„☸„„„„„„„„☸„„„„„„„„☸
It leaves the impression of something bigger than what you see.
⢸⡇⣿⣷⡶⣉⣥⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣬⣉⢴⣶⣶⢹⡆
⡄⣧⠛⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣜⠿⣸⢠
⣷⠘⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠃⣾
⣿⢰⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⣿
⣿⠸⣿⣯⡙⠄⠁⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢋⣩⣉⢻⣿⣿⡇⣿
⣿⣆⠻⣿⣥⣀⣠⣿⣿⣟⢅⡸⣻⣿⣾⣿⣿⣤⣿⡟⣰⣿
⣿⣿⣷⣌⡛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣬⣥⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⣩⣴⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢷⡶⢨⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⣭⡅⢰⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠰⣧⡁⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠌⠳⡟⣿⡟⣿⣿⢻⣿⢻⣇⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣡⣅⣙⠃⠿⠿⠌⠋⣈⣬⣥⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠛⠀⠀⠀⢛⣦⣤⣤⣤⣄⣠⡤⠒⠋⠉⡡⠀⢹⡀
⠀⠀⠀⣰⠃⠀⠀⠀⣰⡿⠉⣰⡾⠋⠁⠁⠀⠀⢀⠌⠀⠀⢸⡇
⠀⠀⢸⡭⠂⢀⡀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠜⠀⢸⡇
⠀⢀⡾⠀⣰⣿⡷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇
⠀⡼⠁⠀⠙⠛⠁⡀⠔⢄⢀⡀⠀⢻⣿⡿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾⠁
⢾⡀⠀⠀⢀⡠⢊⡠⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣇
⢰⠇⠀⠀⢸⠁⢸⣀⣤⠤⢤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡤⠟
⠘⢦⡖⠂⠉⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⡉⢱⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠀
⠀⡠⠇⢀⠂⠀⠀⢄⠀⣏⠀⠀⠉⠙⠦⡀⠀⠀⠢⣤⠦⣤⠇⠀
⢸⠣⠀⡙⠀⠀⠃⠈⠀⢧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠢⠀⠀⢹⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠸⡆⠀⠁⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠱⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⠀
It feels like the kind of stillness that keeps echoing long after you look away.
This artwork feels like a window into a hidden moment—
where color becomes emotion,
and silence is painted with meaning.
It isn’t just an image to see,
but a place to pause and breathe,
a reminder that imagination still has endless roads to wander.
Even after looking away,
its presence lingers,
reshaping the edges of the ordinary with quiet wonder.
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⣥⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⢀⣤⣌⣹⡀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣴⣷⡘⣿⣿⣿⠄⠈
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⢁⣾⠿⣿⣿⣿⣇⢻⣿⣿⣿⢏⣴⣿⡛⠃⠛⠿⡏⡀⠄
⡿⠛⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠙⣿⣿⣧⢿⣿⢡⣿⣿⡏⢿⠿⣎⠼⣾⣿⣷
⣶⡧⢀⣶⡖⠄⠠⣤⣶⣤⣸⣿⣿⣿⣽⡿⠃⠄⠄⠈⠁⠛⠷⢼⣿⣿
⡿⢃⡈⠛⠃⢀⣀⣀⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⢀⣤⡀⣀⡀⠘⠻⣿
⠇⣾⣧⣄⣠⣤⣾⣿⠻⠿⠿⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣀⠄⠉⠄⠙⣱⡄⢀⣸
⠄⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣄⣉⣉⣰⡿⠛⠈⠄⠄⠐⣿⡏⣿⣿
⣧⡈⠻⠿⠻⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣴⣶⣿⡟⣸⣿⣿
⣿⣿⠆⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠉⠛⠛⠛⠻⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢉⣴⣿⣿⣿
⡯⠛⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⢉⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟