There is a kind of stillness that does not mean rest. It is the quiet of thought turning inward, not to solve or to seek, but simply to exist. I am not lost in dreams, nor weighed down by memories. I am simply... here. The wind passes. Time stretches thin. And I let it. For not every moment must be loud, not every breath must carry meaning. Some moments exist only to remind us that we are more than motion — that peace is not absence, but presence without urgency.
Art by _PrimaL_DragoN_ Jab4ik _
Art by _PrimaL_DragoN_ Jab4ik _
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 640 x 556px
File Size 39.6 kB
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