"Scenery"

This work is like a dream where earth and sky have swapped places. The trees seem to grow downward, as if rooted in emptiness. The shadows don’t come from light — they are ghosts left behind by those who’ve gone. There is no horizon here. No ground to stand on. Only the weight of memories, hanging like roots from the mind. YAZƏM is when you grow not toward the light — but in spite of it. When your vulnerability is not a scream, but a silent root clinging to the air.