We said goodbye to the sun. It playfully goes further to the horizon, leaving us at the mercy of twilight shadows. They lull every blade of grass and leaf, carefully covering it with soft darkness. So you close your eyes, either from pleasure, or from drowsiness. The last flare of fire fluttered on the broken glass, so wild, burning. I'm not tired, so I'll run a little more between the golden grasses with him, and you rest under a clear sky.

Thank you for taking a walk with these two adorable lynxes. This whole series of drawings was made for Iskra and her departed grandmother. I stretched these three works quite a lot, because in the process I lost several relatives myself and just couldn't approach these illustrations.
But don't worry, everything is fine. Take care of your loved ones, try to communicate with them more often and remember that time waits for no one.