These quiet companions lean gently toward one another, caught in silent conversations. Each carries its own pulse, a tender weight, a tilt, a pause. Some reach, some retreat, and between them, the space breathes with tension, balance, or quiet harmony.

Their rounded bellies and precarious poise hint at emotion, gesture, even intent. We can’t help but find the human in them, those small echoes of ourselves that appear when the unfamiliar begins to feel known.

They linger like figures in a dream, half-formed, half-remembered, suspended in the hush between moments.