A letter to the sky

As a child, I believed clouds could carry wishes. I still like to think they do. Whenever the wind rises, I imagine it carrying quiet prayers for freedom, peace, and joy—lifting them beyond what we can see. The trees bend, the sky listens, and somewhere between them, hope finds a gentle place to rest. Not every feeling asks to be understood. Some are simply meant to be released, trusting they'll arrive exactly where they're needed. Oil painting and digital painting

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1GVPqL6vvdxSMiC1gbmgQj23eApK8gr6wz

Token ID

3