Cradled within ancient, weather-worn hands lies a fragile world—an entire realm suspended between creation and collapse. A crescent moon, chipped by time and cosmic wear, hovers like a guardian shell above a solitary tree whose roots cling stubbornly to the last stretch of earth. From this tiny sanctuary, a river is born, cascading gently into the unknown, as if carrying the memory of life itself.
In this surreal cradle, nature and the universe meet: the moon shelters, the tree endures, and the waters continue their endless journey. It is a reminder that even within the smallest fragments of existence, entire worlds can thrive, and that the act of holding on—whether by hand or by heart—can keep the light of life from fading into darkness.
Created by Indah Widyaningrum with support from AI.