Waves on GrassThe desert is never still. Dunes rise, fall, and reshape with every passing wind. Yet within this constant movement, a single figure stands still. He have walked far, but the path ahead remains unclear. The pause does not come from hesitation, but from something quieter, a moment that asks for stillness before direction reveals itself. Above, the sun burns intensely. It makes the journey harder, but it has long guided desert travelers. He looks toward