Event horizon

I did this work after my trip to Sri Lanka. The local culture became close to me, so its reinterpretation came to me in the form of this story. The moment before the leap. A threshold between stillness and motion, instinct and illusion. Three leopards pierce through layers of space — from night to day, dream to memory. On the other side, farmers in woven hats harvest the quiet hum of another dimension. Time folds, light scatters, meaning slips. This is the edge of understanding — a place we reach, but never return from.