Unknowingly, it has become more stormy, and all living things are hidden and alone. Only the bright stars and moon, which are far away and confusing, accompany the sleepless people. The stars alternate with each other and the moon stops and rests.
A beautiful figure looked through the window with raised eyebrows, looking for the source of her eyes...
Inside and outside the painting, there are both true and false, unreal and real, in a trance...
All the peaks are asleep, but I wake up alone. Fortunately or sadly?