Light penetrates through the leafy curtain, penetrates sleepily, disappearing into the depths of the shadow, where the echo of bird songs

Light penetrates through the leafy curtain, penetrates sleepily, disappearing into the depths of the shadow, where the echo of bird songs dies without an answer, is our presence just a step in its silence? Does the meaning lie in its roots or in our feet? And are we more real when we remain in it or ...

Hyperrealistic, splash art, concept art, mid shot, intricately detailed, color depth, dramatic, 2/3 face angle, side light, colorful background