La Lune

In the silence of a night embroidered with stars, the Moon reigns supreme over the realm of the unconscious. At her feet, a lonely wolf raises its muzzle to the silver light, pouring its voice into a howl that is at once a prayer, a wild call, and a longing. In this nightscape, animal instinct recognizes the sacredness of the shadow, reminding us that to find our true nature, we must dare to listen to the voice of our wilder side.