A white rabbit chases a man down a blood-red corridor at 01:00am- the hour of almosts.
 
He's haunted, evasive, running with the posture of someone taught early to flee: a man shaped by generational mishaps, old silences and inherited oanic. She's bare, determined, following with clarity not desperation.
Above them, a whale drifts ummaturally through the corridor, oversized, misplaced, like a memory too big to carry, yet impossible to leave behind.
 
This is not a pursuit. It's a replay. Two timelines trapped inside each other: his unfinished childhood, her desire for truth, their shaped inability to meet in the same present.
 
The scene is a psychological loop, a visual allegory for emotional avoidance, missed timing, and the creatures we become when we enmesh in the past and fear the future.
 
This painting is the first diagnosis in the Anatomy of Unfinished Hearts: a portrait of what happens when a tender man breaks long before you meet him- and how his cracks become corridors you cannot walk him out of.