A vast, endless void of pure black, where light itself seems to be devoured. At the very bottom of the composition, barely distinguishable from the abyss, stands a lone silhouette—small, fragile, unknowable. A single, narrow ray of cold, pale light cuts through the darkness, illuminating a tiny patch of the unseen ground near the figure. The beam feels almost divine, out of place, as if some higher force is acknowledging this lone presence in the void. Dust particles float within the beam, shimmering like lost stars in a dead universe. The silence is suffocating, yet heavy with unspoken meaning—something lingers beyond the edges of perception, an untold story unfolding in the pitch- black nothingness