Bacon and Eggs

In this austere sanctuary, unadorned walls bear witness to the elegance of natural light. Five wooden forms, like fallen leaves, await the whispered secrets of the sun. Ah, the irony of beauty in emptiness—a symphony of silence, where even shadows dare not intrude.

In this austere sanctuary, unadorned walls bear witness to the elegance of natural light. Five wooden forms, like fallen leaves, await the whispered secrets of the sun. Ah, the irony of beauty in emptiness—a symphony of silence, where even shadows dare not intrude.