A labyrinthine mane searching for itself. A tangle of curls where one can wander, a reflection of life’s winding paths. Roots that dance, in shades of purple and yellow, suspended like memories that refuse to fade. Each swirl whispers an ancient story. Within the thick layers of paint, time spreads out slowly, like a breath guiding each step through this labyrinth of light. Until that fragile moment when, at last, we find ourselves again.