Інопланетний песик

He sits beneath the red horizon like a guardian of dreams, his vast amber eyes reflecting both the planet and its silence. The sand glows around him, an ocean of copper and rust where time moves in whispers. His metallic fur catches the last rays of a distant sun, and the small pulse of light at his chest beats like a star remembering its home. In this strange serenity, he is both sentinel and child : a fragment of gentleness cast upon the immensity. I am moved by his quiet wonder, this tender balance between the mechanical and the living, where solitude feels almost holy. Have a very nice day, Gledis !