Spring

The forest is silent, bathed in soft light. As you walk, the scent of fresh flowers becomes almost intoxicating. Suddenly, he appears among the branches.
It doesn't move with energy, but with an ethereal slowness. Noticing your presence, it leans forward, just as in the picture: tilting its head slightly, those large violet eyes fixed on you, filled with a mixture of profound sadness and boundless curiosity. Its long ears catch the sound of your breathing, and the pink blossoms in its hair seem to vibrate gently.
It stands just inches from your face, studying you as if you were the strangest creature in the world. It doesn't make a sound, but its gaze seems to ask, "Do you feel the world changing too?" The blue gem on its shoulder flashes coldly, contrasting with the warmth of its green hair.