A forest clearing becomes a mirror of the inner self. Through a quiet pavilion, a path unfolds - leading toward a garden prepared for an unseen guest. The air carries a hush of expectancy: cushions arranged, carpets laid, everything awaiting the presence of another.
Beneath a tree, a woman sits in stillness, part of the scene yet apart from it. She is both observer and inhabitant of her own inner world. Around her, nature becomes an extension of thought - each leaf a breath, each ray of light a gesture of welcome.
Inner Garden is not a private retreat but an open threshold. It invites the wanderer to enter, to rest, and to discover that the landscape of one soul can become the meeting place of many.