Summer lingers in the air - the grass pale with heat, scattered with the last small blooms. Trees with long, hanging branches cast shifting shadow over the scene. Beneath one of them stands a pale blue armchair, its fabric faded by the light.
Curled upon it sleeps a fennec fox, its vast ears pricked to the world. Around it, everything seems to hum - leaves, air, the faint vibration of silence becoming sound.
Fennec Fox is a meditation on listening: that still, electric moment when the world gathers its breath, and even quiet becomes music.