A white rabbit in a red dress dances calmly among shelves that grow like trees- books sprouting as new branches, new paths, new worlds. A winged key hovers: time no longer slipping away, but lifting.
 
Behind her, a caged mask swings in the quiet, watched by faceless silhouettes. Once terrifying, now weightless, a sad relic.
 
Morse code drifts above her like a rewritten spell- the language you learn only after you've survived someone's silence.
 
Every object in the teal- blue universe points to a single transformation: when the heart closes to what hurts it, the world opens to everything else.
 
Freedom is not loud here.
It's a slow, private turning of pages.
A soft reclamation.
 
This painting is the permission slip to outgrow the cage that once convinced you it could be home- and to step into the magic of the unknown.