Description
In this quiet, snow-covered world, where the only light is that which emanates from within, I sense the solitude of existence, the profound isolation that each of us carries. The house, with its radiant aura reaching out into the vast, indifferent night, symbolizes the mind's attempt to project itself into the void, to make itself known in a universe that offers no answers. And yet, this light—so vibrant and strange—seems more a question than an assertion, a beacon of uncertainty. Here, in this lonely landscape, the self is both contained and exposed, its inner life spilling out into the darkness, a silent luminescence that seeks connection but finds only the infinite expanse of the unknown.