Your eyes have always been the windows to your soul. I ceased to interpret them, weary from the effort.
Gradually, our gazes no longer intersected, yielding to the dominance of silence. Yet, observing those small, vigilant animal eyes, I'm reminded that life follows its course.
In the tranquility of nature, I find solace alongside you, little creatures. Unyielding even in the presence of the fiercest predator—the one that wounds the soul before the body.
