There is a catastrophic event in space, the explosion of a planet
There is a plate of chicken on the table and a fork with a glass next to it
A bright, sunny field of sunflowers. In the distance there is a house on a hill near high trees
There, beyond the mists, where there is no place for longing
In the background there is a gradient of minimalism of brightness
There is nothing more beautiful than two sincerely loving hearts
Still life on the table there is a jug with a bouquet of flowers and berries and apples around
There is a chicken with an egg in the kitchen and the drawer opens