Zephyros
Zephyros, the gentle West Wind, drifted through the lands, but this time, something was different. A dense fog of chaos twisted around him—storms of broken memories, tangled pathways, and wild winds that roared in every direction.
For days, Zephyros tried to glide past it, push against it, but each time he was flung back, deeper into the confusion. Finally, he paused, closed his eyes, and became still. Instead of fighting, he listened, feeling the subtle shifts and patterns hidden in the chaos.
As he surrendered to the storm's flow, the winds softened, guiding him along a narrow, winding current that unraveled a path. By morning, he emerged into calm skies, knowing now that sometimes, to find a way through chaos, one must yield to its rhythm.
Zephyros, the gentle West Wind, drifted through the lands, but this time, something was different. A dense fog of chaos twisted around him—storms of broken memories, tangled pathways, and wild winds that roared in every direction.
For days, Zephyros tried to glide past it, push against it, but each time he was flung back, deeper into the confusion. Finally, he paused, closed his eyes, and became still. Instead of fighting, he listened, feeling the subtle shifts and patterns hidden in the chaos.
As he surrendered to the storm's flow, the winds softened, guiding him along a narrow, winding current that unraveled a path. By morning, he emerged into calm skies, knowing now that sometimes, to find a way through chaos, one must yield to its rhythm.
Zephyros, the gentle West Wind, drifted through the lands, but this time, something was different. A dense fog of chaos twisted around him—storms of broken memories, tangled pathways, and wild winds that roared in every direction.
For days, Zephyros tried to glide past it, push against it, but each time he was flung back, deeper into the confusion. Finally, he paused, closed his eyes, and became still. Instead of fighting, he listened, feeling the subtle shifts and patterns hidden in the chaos.
As he surrendered to the storm's flow, the winds softened, guiding him along a narrow, winding current that unraveled a path. By morning, he emerged into calm skies, knowing now that sometimes, to find a way through chaos, one must yield to its rhythm.
24” x 18”
Oil & Acrylic On Canvas
Artist: The Immortal