The world around them is a stage, a carefully crafted fiction. Clouds are cut from cardboard, flowers frozen in stillness, and the moon and sun held aloft by unseen strings. A theatre, built from imagination and tape, where nothing is truly real or alive, yet everything plays its part.
In the middle of this fake world, a boy sits barefoot beside a tiger that is anything but fake. Its body brewing with quiet power, and its gaze is ancient, as if it remembers something the boy has yet to learn. He wears a mask mimicking the beast, not to disguise himself, but to draw closer to what he senses he could become.
