A restless sky of rose and violet sweeps above jagged peaks, where shadows of cobalt blue carve through hills of gold and green. Below, a cluster of traditional homes cling to the earth, fragile yet enduring, against the weight of mountains. Black strokes coil like roots and branches, binding the scene in a rhythm of chaos and calm. This is not a landscape of stillness, but of motion and the pulse of a world forever shifting between dream and waking.