My Dream (A World of Wonder)

Suspended in a watery green field, the faintly drawn children hover like half-remembered witnesses, while a small, white elephant carries innocence across the surface of a dream. Below, a vivid red arc punctures the calm like a threshold, opening into an amber, womb-like pocket where rabbits and melting ice creams drift in improbable intimacy—tender, edible, and fleeting. The composition choreographs a gentle descent from observation to appetite, suggesting how childhood wonder is both protected and consumed by time, leaving behind only bright, circular traces like coins of memory.