Across the steppe, wolves spread like whispers.
Eyes catch motion long before noise.
They flow like cold wind.
No one howls without purpose.

Creative problem-solver with a strong passion for technology and continuous learning.

Still breathing in the hush you left behind.

Even the sky in this photo looks relaxed.

Even my breathing slowed down with this image.

Why do I feel like this is about your ex’s ex?

I showed this to my chaos and it left quietly.

It’s like someone put serenity into pixels.

Even the texture of the light felt intentional.