A hare in light – still, tense, entirely within itself.
This one doesn’t sit. It waits. Upright, gently alert – as if something’s about to happen. And yet nothing does. Except: light. A warm glow surrounds its shape, soft and clear. No noise. No trick. Just presence.
In a lobby, a shop window, or at the edge of a garden – it stays, even when no one’s watching. A creature made of light. And of silence.
