Between heaven and earth, an angel tells eternal stories while holding the serpent of knowledge, the skull of death leaning tenderly toward the mystery of time. The sand in the hourglass falls like silent prayers over a valley that breathes between life and sleep. Wings sprout from its back, but also roots; from its heavenly face springs a tree that unites the mind with the earth. At this threshold where the divine becomes mortal, and the mortal becomes infinite, everything seems to stand still, as if the universe were exhaling a moment of reverence before its own reflection.
