Perched on the limb of a withered tree, the eagle wasn’t just a bird—it was the last guardian of forgotten wishes. Every lantern hanging on those branches held a dream once whispered under the night sky.
As stars were born and galaxies turned, the bird sat silently, listening to echoes of hope flickering in orange flame. Somewhere in the cosmos, someone’s wish was still alive, glowing quietly… waiting to be heard again.
Created using Photoshop
Glitched using Mosh App
